Because typing is too much work: A Photolog

This is the main reason why I like the Chinese New Year. It's my source of income.

Probably one of the more unusual packet I received. I don't believe in the lottery, but if you do, you can try my lucky number.

For a few days in January, I lost use of my right hand. I now have a new found respect for one-handed people because now I know, it definitely is not easy. I sort of injured it during one of my many handball practice games. Last Tuesday, another team mate sprained her ankle. I guess playing sports does lead to injuries, even for non-professional players.

I had to retire my own-made pencil case because it got too worn out. I'm using a paper envelope now because I'm oh-so-creative.

Probably the scariest doll I've ever seen. I have no idea why my sister bought this for my kid cousin. I'm not a big fan of dolls.

I'm embarrass to be in this room sometimes.

Suddenly, I felt like writing.

Things are just going on and on in my head. But I have no words to express any of them. I'm feeling restless. I feel like I need to be doing something. But I don't know what it is, just yet. I feel like I need to talk to someone. But when someone starts talking, all I want is for the conversation to stop. I want to get out from here. But I have no where good to go. I'm confused.

I started reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower for the second time this week today. But it made me too sad, I had to stop. I also spent most of the week listening to a set of depressing songs. I sometimes listen to them and feel like crying which is kind of stupid, really.

Man, I really need to find something funny to read or something.