Bad days.
Bad days.
Life's not going well at all. I feel like just closing my eyes forever and practise escapism. Being Jim once in awhile doesn't seem like it's such a bad idea.
I was crying in Bio class during Auron's period long presentation about shit, I don't even know. But it was hell boring and Ms Koh's gone. So, yeah you go figure out the rest. But anyway, I think my life at this point is pretty wrecked up, thank God today's a holiday if not I don't know how am I going to survive today in school. If not, I suppose I'd still be sick and not go to school anyway. Hate this template now. Whoahh, screw everything.
Was so tired after training yesterday and felt so sick I turned in at 9. I felt like vomiting my head was so pain and I didn't have the energy to even walk. Damn. Oh, training. Training was so screwed up yesterday. I think I said a million F words. Which is totally against my principles. It must be something I ate. I had headaches like crazy like if I sat/squatted down and stood up the world would turn black. Low blood pressure plus God-knows-what.
I was looking forward to having a good day out, discussing LA script, drawing story boards, doing biology poster and just laughing along with people I love to spend my time with. Happy voices. But now this screwed up person can't go anywhere and thus is staying at home feeling sick.
Interclass is in 2 days. Will embarrass myself. 3F would take more than luck to win something. We haven't practised at all, and with the impending mountains of homework to clear, we have more than enough on our minds than interclass. The boys might win. God bless us all.
Thank God June's arriving as fast as possible, in a week. I need a rest and time more than anything else. I love holidays, the morning sunshine when you wake up, the feeling when you go out with Mum for lunch, something I hardly have time to do, or when you just laze around at home packing your room or reading a book. Or when you're out with friends. There is this magical feeling I yearn so much to have again. Too much negativity is surfacing around me I'm starting to suffocate.
Time's up. I vow to never use too much computer again. Year 2006 is the most screwed up academic year of my life, so far. And yet it's the most bizarre, most non-conformed year of my life, with the introduction of rojak 3F. I wonder if that means my life has turned the other way, oh shit, enough of thinking.
Ok, Mum is doing some weird yoga breathing thing now. It disturbs.