Thursday, August 3
As a friend once told me, "
Never let the flame of your passion go out against the thunderstorm of the world"
Hell Yeah.
It's all about stalking your goals. Ensuing your dreams. Living for real. Disdain the ones who'd try their best at dismantling your hopes. Screw them. It's your turn to shine.
I've been ruined by the oh so Superficial World. It's time I piece back my portrait. It's alright if I'll still be able to see the lines. It'll acquaint my mishaps so that I shall never again go anywhere near them. At least this time, I'll be able to rekindle my priorities in full force. Everyone darnwell deserves a second chance. Why should I be any different.
Anyways, what's life if you can't live it? I don't want to make my life seem like a tragedy. Like I've just been possessed into believing that death is the solution to all doubts. HAH! Cause I thought wrong.
Schools been tolerable for the past few days. Haven't voted for any of the Prom Titles. I don't really intend to. I'd love to, but genuinely, I'm not into the whole Prom Spirit. All that's been on my mind are my Prelims & my Os. Guess that'll give me 4 whole days to get a dress, get accessories and shoes. Oh boy, isn't that going to be marv.
Home feels rather empty without the folks around. It's weird. I mean Dad travels a whole lot but wiht Mum gone, it's like I've lost a force. I know its temporary & I spend half the time of my life complaining of how unfair & unreasonable she may be. But yeah, it just feels different. It's good though. Just not that good.
Had a Chem test during tuition today. More like a joke. I hadn't studied for it you see, so I just kept giving random answers. The height of my random-ness is unquestionable. There was this question on the blast furnace. So it went;
What are the three reactants that is to be placed into the blast furnace?
The Principal, The teachers as well as the entire Ministry of Education. I couldn't even explain myself. I guess I was just too uptight about the darn education system and how hard its taken its toll on me. How it's driven me insane. How it never fails to tear me apart. Sigh.
It's study like mad from now. Study Date with Ann Hin tomorrow. Study Date with Yen on Sunday. The National Day hols are my only salvation and it shall not forsake me. I'm going to make it through one hell of a thunderstorm. Maybe Night Study with Jihan or Ann Hin on Monday. See what goes.
It's about time I hit the books.
now, where did I put my baseball bat?
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