Because the time doesn't tick for me.
Because your life doesn't stop for me.
I stop talking about myself.
Because I am what you see.
What I do in my journey.
I stop talking about myself,
because I don't care if you care,
because I don't care about you.
I'm freaking tired. Yesterday, we did gym decoration for award night until 7PM followed up by massive gossip with KK, Mo and Hotpants. We bitched until 9PM. Reached home 11PM, work and study until 3AM. Sleep, wake up at 6AM.
Reached campus at 8AM, did decorations (climbing up and down to the ceiling to hang stuff, about 23ft height, the boys are pussies!) until 10AM. Class 10AM until 12PM. 12PM - 12.30PM Oral test for french (Vous desirez?). 12.50 - 14.20 Econ, 14.20 - 16.00 Micro. 16.00 - 18.000: practice music, do articles, editings, trying to scoop up who won the award, change, do hair and make up. 18.00 - 20.00: running back and forth comp lab and gym to try finish editing and in between my performances. Trying not to miss the dinner buffet. 20.00 - 21.30: Finish up my headline, finished articles, layouts, etc. Went home with KK who nicely waited for me, dropped at Broadway to get some drinks. Reached home 23.00, do minor brush up, final fact checks. 1 AM, sending final PDF to the boss.
Boss: "I swear so many times today!"
Moi: "It's okay, in newsroom you're my colleague."
HEHEHE...
I'm so relieved I have a day off tomorrow.