The break is lose,
the acceleration increases
the driver panicks.


Ah, horrid midyears. Horrid requirements for H3. Horrid language use. Horrid tutorials.
It just never ends.

But that doesn't mean that i'm giving up that easily.

Dreams:

Had a strange and kind of disturbing dream just now.
Dreamt that i was suppose to meet some animals, like sheep, porcupines.

The grasspatch where the porcupine was had many stings and needles scattered on the ground, and it was hard to get across. A vision popped out, and i saw my grandmother using huge needles sewing black string onto her leg, for no good reason. She showed no emotion, and yet, like as if a robot, continued sewing. Then another vision came, and i saw my mom suddenly fainting at the dinner table, with her eyes open, but pupil rolled up.

Went back home to eat, and sister suddenly fainted in the exact way i saw my mom did in the vision, and she laid there lifeless. Her body slowly grew numb and fell onto the chair, with arms sticking out. Then she flicked open her eyelids and said 'Just joking'. I felt relieved, and yet disturbed, so i ran to my mom and hugged her. I thought, if it wasn't my sister who fainted, my vision wouldn't have come true yet. I turned my head and looked at my mom. All i saw was her lifeless face.

~

Woke up after that. What was that. Got freaked out, went out of the room, and found that no one was at home. Bleh. I must pray.

Ok whatever, it really freaks me out, so don't think i'm some childish brat creating lousy stories.

Farewell.

NAPFA... the worser things of life. bLEH.

Tests, not so bad.

I'd rather go through an entire month of hardcore tests then a day of napfa.
Stupid napfa.

Anyways, Jarrold thinks he has a gazillion friends and that i have none. STUPID monkey. :p
He wanted to post something about it in his blog, but i did it first. Too bad.

Oh well, shall scoot off now. Tests to prepare for. Bleh.

A post with no pictures: empty, void, boring.

Yep, that was how the past few posts were. But whatever, life is such a colourful, interesting topic to talk about, right Derek? (if he ever sees this.)

(note: i was making fun of his boring blog. Poor thing :P)

Life today began like this:

Morning:
.It rained.
.Saw Song Leng on a passing-by bus, waved frantically and only got some unknown girl's response instead.
.Was so embarrassed that i kept whining to Meina and Yi chun, and almost forgot to pay for my bus fare, thus getting a horrendous shout from the bus uncle.
.Practised, figured 'yan yu's with Megan during house meeting.
.Looked through my phone gallery consisting of 180 photos, and laughed to myself during the Special Education Talk.

Afternoon (earlier):
.It was still raining, drizzling i suppose.
.Listened to Jeremy talking about the Jehovah's witnesses and the moonies while eating fishball noodles.
.Got 7/25 for literature poetry excercise.
.Realised that Rebecca was too hyper. (ie. singing to herself during practical lessons)
.Kept giving wrong and stupid answers during Biology tutorial lesson. (ie. 'displacing ADP'??)(the answer was electrons, we were doing the topic on Photosynthesis, not G protein)

Afternoon (later):
.Got caught up in a dilema about volleyball.
.Realised that volleyball senior is extremely nice.
.Made a new resolution that i shall not skip training unless i'm sick, or have terrible problems to attend to.
.Drank bubble tea with Naq, Meg, Jia yu, and Atiqah (whose head i whacked while trying to press the bell in the bus)


Do i really strike up conversations with myself?
What's wrong with my GP essays man, i've not yet gotten over it. (i failed by the way)
Where's my knight in shining armor? (oh, they don't exist)

Need to prepare for offering sharing on saturday. Getting quite squirmish about it already. Eek.

Naq, Meg and i need to go out for some serious shopping sprees.

Need to catch up with old friends, Kenny, Lisa, Sheryl, Chuan Rui. Wonder how CR and Sheryl are getting along. Hee.

Need to poke Char, Sarah and Shenna more often.

Need to get to know Char's cell better. Elizabeth gets sat on by her brothers at home. Torture.

Okay, i really do not have anything else to say.
I need more books, interesting ones, not slow draggy ones. I dislike newspapers, although forced to read them due to the ultimate boredom i possess in the morning at the breakfast table.



I think the old still lingers.
But the past has already faded.
It is undeniable that scars do exist,
and yet the old makes new.

Will the old ever become the new?
Or will the old just become the past,
and fade.

Nostalgy,
is inevitable,
and it pains.
The bitterness,
of the sweet can somewhow exist.


Will it ever become the past.


Just remember the fact that i do talk to myself.
I applaud anyone who understands.