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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Uncertainties

I'm like many of my friends, standing at a junction of a crossroad, don't know which way to choose. To take Path A, just work and live along with life, expecting something to happen along the way.. OR Path B, confirmed with my ex-supervisor's suggestions, to take masters under another lecturer recommended by her.. OR Path C, to turn down my ex-supervisor's suggestions, and hopefully as agreed by another famous Professor that he will suggest me to his friend for my master.

Argghhh.. how how how?? Haizz.. This is really tough.. I don't know which route to take. Path A seems easy.. Path B, although I don't know what and how's the outcome will be, but it'll be a super challenging route as the other supervisor is in another field, which might not know anything about composting, but I believe him as a Doctorate holder, might have something which I could learn well from.. He might surprise me with something, who knows.. Path C, I don't know whether that Prof is only talking for fun, or is he serious in suggesting me to someone. And who's that someone?? hmmm... blurr..

I need to make a decision fast as my ex-supervisor require an answer. So that I won't keep the other supervisor saving a place for me for nothing. But I don't have an answer. Aiyo.... *cracking my head* Anybody have any suggestions for me? =.="

I have friends who're telling me to take path A.. as i'm already too busy with my work. That I can't split myself into 2 person. I have also friends encouraging me to take masters.. And what more my ex-supervisor seems sooooo interested in being my co-supervisor. Although she mentioned that she'll respect my decision, but still, I feel that it's really a good chance, and seeing her so enthusiast, I feel ashamed if I reject the offer. Haihzz.. really got no clue..

Now am at Sabah. Having flu + slight fever. Seems like many people over here fell sick. Maybe due to the environment? or stress of work? I don't know. What I know is i'm being emo again.. I think I better off to get some rest earlier today.

The Script - Breakeven











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I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven, even, no

What am I suppose to do
When the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay

I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven, even, no


What am I suppose to do
When the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay

I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
(One's still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven)

You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame
Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains, oh

'Cause you left me with no love and no love to my name

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't break

No it don't break, no it don't breakeven, no

What am I suppose to do
When the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say
When I'm all choked up and you're okay

I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces

(One's still in love while the other one's leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
('Cause when a heart breaks, no it don't breakeven)

Oh, it don't breakeven, no
Oh, it don't breakeven, no
Oh, it don't breakeven, no
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