.Thursday, March 10, 2005 ; 9:21 PM -
.His Mercy is New everY mornInG.
I really should be sleeping now. Usually at this hour (5am), I will be on my not-so-comfy-but-still-sleepable-bed, and at the same time visiting the dream world while hugging my ever so lovely short bolster. That will be the case on normal days which is so rare lately. I took a really long nap in the afternoon (bcoz of that I skipped my lec) so that I will feel refreshed at night. Well, it worked. I managed to finish studying my stats; 4 chapters in 9 lectures. Hopefully I won't do so badly later in the evening.
So, what's new these days?Not much.
DnD is coming. Tomorrow is the day. Somehow I don't feel any anticipation, no party atmosphere, no excitement. Blame it on lousy pub?Nah, it's the mid term. Who would feel like partying when half of the sem practically gone down the drain, and the other half is at the brink of disappearance. Well, at least that's the case for me. Who to blame when things go wrong?When people can't get along?When giving up is on most ppl's lips?Themselves, the chairman, or the circumstances?I'm not sure.
Maybe this is always the case for working world. Problems may arise every now and then but the show must go on. No one will care how united the team is if the show is a flop. Oh, how pragmatic the world is. As long as the organiser can razzle and dazzle the mass, everything doesn't really matter.
Should I go to my sweet cotton dream world or continue doing my RE tutorial?Should I go at all?I'll decide when the hour is approaching.
"What You Don't See"
< style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You look at me And you think you already know me.
Before you even talk to me,
You judge me, you hate me, you make fun of me.
But when I look in the mirror,
I see something you don't see.
I see a girl who is dying inside, crying inside,
Losing hope and losing pride.
You think I'm perfect, you think I'm blessed
But you haven't seen the inside of my unhappiness.
So before you judge me, look into my heart
You'll never know when a friendship might start.
If they say the eyes are the window to the soul,
Then a smile must be the front door.
Melissa Rae Burns
