totally freaking pissed off annoyed irritated at people who just don't get it and blame you for it!

It's just strange that before exams, you have a long long list of what you plan and wish to do after the papers are over. Yet after the whole list just disappears and there's seemingly nothing to do and boredom creeps in. Can't help feel that I'm wasting away my hard earned holiday.

Moving on to the third day of O'Levels. Nothing much I can say, just mug. The worse is yet to come :D

It's officially the last day of school tomorrow.
We've been through so much together. Ups and downs, left right, whatever. We would still come back for additional lessons, but still, it's heart wrenching to know that I won't be able to gather back with my classmates in a class setting anymore after the weeks to come.

I regret not making the best out of our time together as a class. Thinking back, it's such a pity that I only got to know some of my friends better in my senior years. Many of my classmates now had been in the same class in lower sec or at other events but I hadn't realised this until recently when I chanced upon some old pictures. And then it struck me on how wonderful it would have been to have made acquaintance with them there and then!

Makes ya want to rewind and start all over again.

My mum and I just don't click nowadays. It's like as I grow older and develop my own thinking, mum's point of view just gets more warped and different from mine. I totally don't understand where she's coming from and sometimes it just drives me up the wall. Should I just keep my thoughts to myself and follow mum blindly like a good girl should? Or should I be the bad girl and make a stand on what I believe? Either way has its downsides, and the rebellious teen in me is telling me to opt for the latter.

I don't see whats the big deal of not retaking my NAPFA 2.4km run after failing twice. Mum insists that I should have tried and retaken the run until I passed, no matter how many times it would take. I explained that the run was tiring and I just wasn't up to it. After 3 weeks of tedious examinations and tests, I was both physically and mentally drained. How do u expect me to run any faster when its 8am in the morning and I'd hardly had any warm-up, (much less awake) than the previous run which I was prepared for? From mum's point of view, I was giving up too easily and she lectured me for it. What does she expect me to do? The results were already keyed into the system and the results slip printed. I probably sounds like a lame excuse to her.

Another issue was of me spending too much time in the bathroom tying my hair. Mum says that I should take no longer than 5 minutes in the bathroom. 5 minutes! Can you believe it? I'm sure many of you teen-nos out there understand how important it is to look good if you want to stay alive in the social bubble. I was only taking 10 minutes to tidy up my hair but mum barged in and chased me out of the house to school. I find 5 minutes an unreasonably short time. I take at least 5 minutes to brush my teeth and do my business. Mum insists that I only need to gather my hair and put a band around it, which is, practically a mess of hair bunched together. That's cause that's basically what mum does when she ties her hair. But it works out for mum cause her hair is thin while on the other hand, my hair is thicker and gets pretty annoying and puffs up on early mornings.

I wish that me and mum would just see eye to eye on certain issues. It's on such occasions that I realise what a pain it is to have inherited my mum's stubborn nature. Lucky for me, I've learned to give in and just shut up and shut out to mum's rants at times. It isn't worth it to fight it out cause mum NEVER gives up.

I admit that sometimes it's fun to fight for your stand and I often do so when sis's and my view differs, just to see what kind of lame retorts she can come up with. Of course, annoying her in the process while I take delight in her hilarious comebacks.

It's the last week of school. Counting down the days.
It hurts so much as memories flash past like a movie in fast forward.

One week. 7 days. I wish time would stop and let the moment last forever.

It burns knowing that I'll never see your face again...

Your smile, your laughter. Will I ever see your face again?

The countdown has begun...

(No, its not the new years yet!)

2 days to graduation service
3 weeks to O'Levels
2 months to freedom... (and lots of gaming)

I had a dream last night. I dreamt that when I woke up from bed one morning it dawned on me that I had my Chemistry O'level paper that afternoon. I freaked out because my mind was an absolute blank. I couldn't recall anything I had studied and there was simply nothing I could do! Thankfully, I was jolted awake from that nightmare by my alarm clock. Because of that nightmare, its been bothering me the whole day on whether I am really prepared for my exam. It's kinda like a wake-up call (literally as well,) that I've got to buck up on my sciences. I certainly would not want my dream to become reality. Despite all this, I still can't seem to pick up that Chemistry textbook over there gathering dust. Oh well, naughty me has always been this lazy and complacent.

Cast away words of leaving me and don't go.
Don't say we're separating so easily...

Because I'm walking behind you.




I'm standing right here, your back to me. You light a smile in my heart when I hear your voice, your presence. Everyday I don't know why but it hurts so much to see you look the other way.