Everyone has a limit. When someone is pushed to the extreme, she would break.
Stress is clouding me these days. I need to sign up for a stress management class. A friend of mine, is doing a 'Stress Free Campaign' for his final year project. The whole class keeps saying 'stress? need help? go to Tuah. he's the cure to stress'. Sort of an inside joke for us. (Tuah=Luck)
I am in so much pressure, I could explode unexpectedly. Believe you me (maybe explode is an understatement?)
Today is Sunday. Good ol' Sunday. A day for relaxation, bumming around. Sleep. But no, today is not an ordinary Sunday. It's a Full-of-Stress Sunday. FoSS, for short.
Thursday is the first of two Judgement Days. The first submission; amount of boards to be submitted: SIXTEEN (minimum). SIX, of which are 20"x30" boards (storyboards/shooting boards/visual effects boards). TEN boards, A2 size (strategy boards/concept boards/scripting boards/floorplan board/front.sideviews board/perspective view board).
FoSS. FOUR more days to Judgement Day numero uno. THREE more days to Getting 'Em Printed Day. TWO days left to finish off FOURTEEN boards. FoSS.
her anthem for 2007 is 'what's up' by 4 non blondes. she is unsure of what she wants.
she has mood swings, which she hates owh so dearly.
she has the ability to love almost everything.
she is almost incapable of hating.
she considers herself as 'happy'.
she is aware that she is filled with emotions, though she tries to deny it.
she escapes her problematic life by reading as much as she could.
she could cry as much as no one can ever imagine, she could also laugh all day long.
she enjoys traveling and forever wishing she could travel the world by herself.
she is a dreamer