girl, interrupted.

it's 312am now and i'm still trying to figure out how i should structure my essay. before that i was doing some random research on kidney stones and hypertension. i'm getting increasingly stressed because kr has already finished hers and i'm still stuck at paragraph 2 of what is supposed to be a 2500-word essay. however i am trying very hard to apply what i learnt in my health-enhancement class the other day: its not the event itself but our perception of the event that causes stress. so now i'll just psyche myself up and tell myself that a 2500-word essay is not such a big deal after all.


owells. anyways, lately i've been feeling like i've been suckered into something but not allowed to venture further into it. sort of like watching desperate housewives from episode one all the way to nineteen and waiting impatiently for twenty. but then you realise that there was never any episode twenty to begin with at all. i can't really put that feeling down in words. at best, i suppose it feels like disappointment laced with a tinge of hurt, and stupidity. well i don't know. i think i'm just very unsure of myself at this point in time.

"even the best fall down sometimes.
even the wrong words seem to rhyme.

out of the doubt that fills my mind
i somehow find
you and i collide."

collide//howie day.