People who make school bearable.

Friendship week in school has got me thinking a lot about, well, friendship. Sometimes I wonder who my true friends are, and who are the ones I can really truly count on. I've made so many friends in my life, but I've come to realise not all I can count on. I've lost many friends as well. Take for example my friends from SAC, whom I thought I was so close to, but hardly talk to anymore. Some don't make the effort, and I guess I have to admit that neither do I. I do miss the old times. But I've always believed that your true friends are the ones who will take the time and energy to keep in touch with you, and to check up on you once in awhile. In true honesty, the only friend from SAC whom I'm still in constant contact with is Elizabeth. Even though we don't see each other much, I know I can still count on her, because she was my best friend throughout secondary school, and still is. Despite not seeing each other for long, I know that when we do, things will still be the same. Like it never changed.

Sometimes it makes me sad that some of my friends don't bother keeping in touch because they have new friends of their own. It makes me wonder, was our friendship real, or was it merely based on circumstances? Or maybe I'm just too sensitive for my own good.

Whatever it is, I'm glad I still have some people to count on. And as Marlene Dietrich put it :

"It's the ones you can call up at 4:00 a.m. that really matter".

I shall stop here because this post is making me feel rather gay, hahaha. Goodnight everyone. 

"You, always."

Today I couldn't go to school! 17 came at around 7:20 a.m, and by the time I got to school, it was already 7:40 a.m and the gate was locked, which means I had to walk to the front gate and be marked as late. And it would be my third time and I would get suspended. So I took a bus to Chris' house instead and spent the whole morning there. Then he followed me to the polyclinic to get an M.C and we had chicken rice.

Now on a usual day I would be ecstatic, relieved, happy to the bone to skip school, but for some weird reason, I really wanted to go today. I even felt a deep sense of sadness as I climbed back up the overhead bridge and saw the entire school lined up at the track for assembly.

Oh well. There's still 37369476039373726535355 days of school left to make up for missing today.

xx

Today was Sunday, and it was spent at my grand-aunty Daisy and grand-uncle Tony's anniversary lunch @ Grand Pacific Hotel. It was a pleasant lunch, and I got to see many of my relatives whom I haven't seen in awhile, and I even saw people from Facebook whom I had no idea I was related to! They don't kid you when they say the world is small. The food was relatively okay, filled myself with a lot of seafood and dessert! Oh, I forgot to mention that the whole lunch was supposed to be a surprise for Aunty Daisy and Uncle Tony, so when they arrived, it was pretty cute when everyone stood up and started clapping. After lunch, my family and I stayed there till around 3, then we left and went window shopping at Bugis. The rest of my Sunday was spent lazing around at home and completing my homework. I had myself a good Sunday!

My grandmother.

Tomorrow is Monday. Here's to surviving the week and praying for the weekends!

Friday Night was Lizzie's birthday @ Haji Lane! I cabbed home after school and rushed to get ready and Chris and I got there at around 8 ish 9 I think.Was kinda nice, chilling there. After the whole thing, Chris and I went to have prata! And then we headed home.

Happy Birthday Lizzie, love you long time!

xx

I love youuuuu more than a fat kid loves cake even though you make fun of me all the time and even when you look like Mr. Bean in this picture!!!!!!

Hihihi I'm sickkkk ):

Two days M.C though, hehehehehe. Didn't go to sch today but I went for CCA fair to perform cos I've been practicing so hard for it so I didn't want it to go to waste.

Goodbye, I am coughing like a dog ):

You wake up early for school despite having merely 5 hours of sleep the night before. You drag your ass to the green building, which imprisons you for a minimun of 11 hours on average. You go through lesson after lesson, absorbing as much as you can. You have no choice but to attend PE lesson, where they make you run like there's no tomorrow. By the time you get to your last lesson, your mind cannot focus. Your head is throbbing. The headache attacks. Finally, it is 6 p.m . You school timetable ends, but not your day. You drag your ass for Dance CCA, where you try your very hardest to catch up with everyone, cramming dance steps into your head and trying very hard to get them right. You dance over and over again, your energy is decreasing by the minute. But they reprimand you, telling you to have more energy, to smile, to get things right. And you can't help thinking, "How can I smile when I'm so tired? How can I muster the energy? How can I learn so many steps in one day?' Finally, it is 8 p.m . You leave school, breathing fresh air. But your body is aching, your brain throbbing. You're so tired, you barely have the energy to climb up the steps of the bus. Finally, home. You want to unwind, relax. You're quiet, and your mother asks you why. You tell her you're tired. She says "You're always tired" and begins to nag but your brain can't take it, you lash out at her and walk away, thinking "If you could spend one day in my shoes, you'd understand". But no one ever understands. Home is not a haven anymore. The stress doesn't end. You shower, wishing not to come out. You eat to stay alive. You sit down for half an hour, before you have to start on your work again. Finally, 1 a.m, you're done. You drag you ass to your bed, and fall into a slumber of dark dreams. You wake up the next morning, and,

REPEAT.

I'm tired. I'm tired of all the work, from memorising lines to performing to dancing to homework to studying.

But there's no escaping.

Welcome to my life.