'In an ever changing world of gender, who knows what I'm going to end up being. But in the end, I want to morph into something I'm comfortable with.

Tuesday, May 11, 2004  

Streets are filled broken glass and you get buried by the past. Give me just a little taste and lay this mask to waste.Take me home. My mind is racing take me home, My body's aching so alone, I'll make you want to stay with me. Befriended by the enemy. One more time looking outside from a window sill, Throw another coin in my wishing well, Never find what you're looking for. 15 miles, Your dim light shines from so far away. Your sad smile is all I see. Every little thing about this tells me, Nothing out there is ever gonna help me. And all these words that I hear spoken, Just broken promises. From the hotel satellite, Don't look like you're living right. Here's a deal you can't refuse, You ain't got as much to lose. Tell your troubles to someone who won't laugh at you. It's alright.

And as I watch you walk away,
Hope a part of you will stay.

It's alright.

muttered @ 6:41 PM.

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I have gone to school for the past 2 days even though its the hols but I've done nothing productive. I'm just not fated with sir thomas. called him but he didn't answer the bloody phone.

have to hand the portfolio by sarturday but i haven't even got my designs finalised. no customer profile. no falt drawings. no illustrations. no fabric boards. nothing.

runaway train still pounding in my head.

muttered @ 8:08 AM.

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