Tickled pink. Or b&w?
Gratified that I have managed to endure through a week of toiling and sleepless nights. My eyes seem to have lived and seen past decades, of words, that is. Chemistry has been a rather rough bump, but like that of Biology, it went too smooth. After all, I spent days just to evenly cover rather 'hazardous' topics. I hoped at least, I passed. MT, for the first time has been the tops of my worries. Nonetheless, I always return home to a corridor filled with junk and trinkets from the yesteryear, ready chores to be done at my old house (I get paid), ideas to be discovered, and places to go during the holidays. Till then, it has been muay thai and push-ups.
10 Chair Dips, 15 Unmodified Push-ups daily.
Me no scared skinny girl, me wanna be Gina. Gina Carano, hot hot hot.
Really beginning to fear for my academics, but I can still pull my socks up way higher. It's only a matter of time, effort and much determination.
Of not only pursuing and persevering but also completing homework... still owe 1 EL Essay & 1 CL Essay. But fuck, I owe a shit load of sleep debts.
If only the eye wax on my eyes were crystallized diamonds. If only...
To never know what is love
To never know what was love
To never feel what was love