Over, and Over.
I've been listening to Serena Ryder for about a week now, playing the song in my head repeatedly.
Don't know why.
I hope to find her album in Singapore soon.
Somehow I can tolerate her rather nasal voice, heee. She's got talent, so well, I like that.
And her songs are rather... Addictive.
Well.
Sigh.
What else should I say?
I hate AV duty, so I hope it's photog duty for Staff Day! (So I can snap pictures of the lovely choir girls.)
Bio SPA was alright, Chem SPA better be alright.
And, and... Econs essay must be alright.
I should get going. Blah.
The feeling is rising, dipping, hitting me everywhere, yet letting me fall.
Why?
I don't know, and I don't care, as usual.
I WANT SLEEP.
Don't know why.
I hope to find her album in Singapore soon.
Somehow I can tolerate her rather nasal voice, heee. She's got talent, so well, I like that.
And her songs are rather... Addictive.
Well.
Sigh.
What else should I say?
I hate AV duty, so I hope it's photog duty for Staff Day! (So I can snap pictures of the lovely choir girls.)
Bio SPA was alright, Chem SPA better be alright.
And, and... Econs essay must be alright.
I should get going. Blah.
The feeling is rising, dipping, hitting me everywhere, yet letting me fall.
Why?
I don't know, and I don't care, as usual.
I WANT SLEEP.