Sigh

Quite excited for the Sentosa trip with the Volleyballers. Pure enjoyment: Sun, sand, sea, good company and exercise to boot. Hopefully it'll be good for my I-don't-know, stressed mind?

Melissa keeps saying I'm stressed but I don't think I am but I don't exactly feel relaxed, no? Maybe I'd really start letting loose after EOYs this year. Pure madness. But the worst thing is I feel scared and motivated and determined and all, but I'd still not really do anything much.

THIRD WEEK ALREADY.

Stinkin' holidays. Thursday's class BBQ, like the 2nd official class outing only. The first was the steamboat thing. So, another thing to look forward to.

Damn fed up and scared of the future. Really need a psychiatrist or something to help. No, but will they help you feel better? Maybe chocolate. AHHHHH this is horrible.

The education system and the way of life stifles me sometimes. We all become intellectual drones with no creativity and in some way, dead. Then we worry so much about how our futures are going to be we die earlier. Will we have a good income? Non-abusive, loving, earning-a-better-income-husband? Healthy kids? Or to look short term, graduate from high school? Get good A' level results and fight with rest of Singapore for a place in University?

But I guess in some way we're way luckier than those kids in poverty and dying of hunger, or those who lost their family and some limbs to war or those who had to work at a tender age to feed their 10 siblings who are starving. But in some way or another, aren't we all the same?

All fighting for survival.