What a week! But there's no stoppin. Another few weeks left before it all ends. And then, it'll be the start of something totally different.

Got my posting for my internship today. I'll be working for LTA for a month and a half. That means, I gotta wake up early, wrestle my way through in the train, dodge foul odours, walk to the building and finally report to the person-in-charge by 8.30am. My allowance? A minimum wage of $440/month. I just hope the people there aren't fucked up and I'll actually learn something.

Another session skipped. We're growing static. We've got to talk, guys. We gotta keep doing what we do, if not, better. For CC. We'll work things out. We'll find that passion back. Then we'll find our sound. We don't have to sound like anyone. We're CC. I don't see the fire in you guys anymore. Let's go!

I wanna run! Run! Work on my stamina. Cutting down on smoking too. >:]



♥Too much. I can't afford.
But I'm gonna give it all I've got.
It looms: the future.
Our mirth as we look through pictures.

That tenacity, it irritates.
Clenching my fists, it innervates:
These tired muscles.
They relax, waiting, waiting for that attack.


Then end of your struggle, the start of my trouble; but you'll be there.