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Week #3

Soon we'll come to the end of life's journey and perhaps never meet anymore. 

 13/01/2014 [13/365], 0010100. Also, my favourite lecturer. 

14/01/2013 [14/365], Going back to old favourites.

 15/01/2014 [15/365], Clearing. // Also I need to be braver in taking photos of people. 


 16/01/2014 [16/365], It's become a habit to listen to music or watch a movie to sleep when I'm upset.

17/01/2014 [17/365], For I heard eggs are good for your hair.

 18/01/2014 [18/365], Three girls squealed at how cute a quail egg was presented // Koh's Grill and Sushi Bar

19/01/2014 [19/365], The wait.

I've been throwing a little temper tantrum at home aimed at my mom. The guilt's starting to surface, but it's currently World War M with my mom right now. In some moments the anger I have shocks me. I never realized I could be so petty.


Tomorrow I'll be teaching tuition again for the first time in 2 years because my financial situation is in a mess.

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