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Monday, July 16, 2007

i've not been myself lately. sleep has been scarce because i dream alot. the dreams are random. vague and unclear. when i wake up even 8 to 9 hours later, i feel as though i've not rested enough. every monday i wake up with a heavy heart. a feeling of dread. work is no longer fresh, no longer exciting. it has lost its novelty and quite frankly so, i'm being exploited.

i've been addicted to coke. addicted to the sound of the machine dispensing the red can. it lands with a loud thud and i hold it in my hands with glee. like it's a prized possession. i'm even addicted to the sound of flipping the can open. the sickly crack and burst of carbon dioxide. it excites me and makes me happy. for that little moment.

life hasn't been quite so exciting, only because internship has been hindering me from doing many things. it has sucked alot of energy out of me. i used to be able to stay up for nights and still feel like new the next day. but i've lost that sense of energy. little things tire me.

i feel, trapped. i wish i could fly away from this little caged up prison. it has been holding me in my seat for too long now. it's almost time to fly. but i've gotta be patient. it's soon but not so soon. 2 months and a week. i know i'll make it through.

i've booked my next bike lesson on saturday morning. i hope i'll do better this time. sonia told me she'll be starting next month too. cool. my twin sis and me. and janice wants to learn with me too. (: yst kor said he'll be giving me a helmet with the bag. then baby said that she might also have a helmet that she can pass to me! OMG! =D i feel so loved.

you see, it's not the things i do each day, nor the stupid internship that makes up my life. it's the people around. they mean so much to me. especially you. you always think you're lucky, but what you might not know is i'm really the lucky one. without you, i'll be helpless. without you, i'll be lost. but now i'm with you. i'm loved and cherished. i'm found and i will never lose my way with you.

so many feelings mixed into one. suddenly i feel like a juice blender of some sort.

=P oh someone said i look like jennifer aniston. it is so funny, i swear! haha.
-cheryl
10:29 AM





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