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Je ne sais plus...

Ne pas demander pourquoi.



Taking some time off to recover. Won't be back so soon.

And I don't know if I should ever continue blogging.

Crazy headache today. And I nearly dozed off during Biology.

Ahh, stress is killing me.

You will not be seeing me online that long anymore.

I've had enough.

10pm is the limit my mother gives me. 10pm.

And she uses it for games from the moment I reach home at 8pm today to 9.30.

Fine. She's smart. I have lost. It's all over.

From now on, I will just be a damn robot. Because I only submit to what people tell me, and I have no say.

Don't provoke me to say f*** tonight, because I will.

Study. Study. Study.

And I think this week is homework week or something. It feels crazy to be rushing out homework over the weekend without having a chance to slow down.

Blah blah blah.

I am officially injured.

Over-exertion-of-the-right-bicep-for-holding-the-gun-up-for-far-too-long-during-training. I think.

It's really disgusting. Especially seeing yourself trembling violently with the weapon for the first time.

And I shot badly.

And now I can't do anything much. Because it hurts.

And I thought Singapore was supposed to be a tropical island, with heat flowing around almost every single minute.

And I was wrong.

It was like raining like crazy today, with no hope of me ever feeling warm?

Thank goodness I managed to get home.

Darn it, I am so scared of French oral.

It's like, I can't really understand what the teacher's saying? And I'm like, "Oh my, so this is what it feels like to be sitting in front of a teacher, eyes staring and mouth open, not understanding whatever he or she says?"

Ahh. I'm so screwed for French Prelims.

So tired from today. Whoo hoo.

And there's French tomorrow. Dang it.

I failed Chemistry...

It sucks to realise that you have a Biology assignment due next day at 12 noon today.

So yeah, I nearly lost my head today after finding out. And did things in which I thought were pure dumbness.

I moved into the kitchen to get a drink, only to find myself walking to the bathroom instead of the water dispenser.

I walked into my room for my handphone, and couldn't find it. I walked out again, only to find it resting on my computer table, where I was at 20 seconds ago.

I wanted to find something to eat, so I got up to where all the food were. And I stoned there for 2 whole minutes before telling myself I didn't need to eat anything.

During lunch, I picked up my spoon to get meat, and found myself picking up fish instead.

Pure dumbness, they call it.

And I haven't finished the assignment.

Is this where I finally stop?

Farewell, Air Rifle seniors.

Today wasn't exactly the way I expected it to be.

Yeah, well, nothing much can be said about today. It's boring, I guess.

And I just can't stop sighing.

You just can't keep your eyes open properly on a day like this, can you?

So much laughter, so much happiness, so much crapping...

Yet so much sadness, so many thoughts, so much grief.

Grief.

All's over, Everything's over. Test's over. Strain's over.

Oh. Happy birthday, Jun Han.

Well, well, well.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Don't keep me waiting.


Study your asses off now.

3 more days.

Post 200. Not exactly significant again.

Half a Review Week's over. 4 papers passed. And I screwed 2 up already.

I am destined to be a failure.