Yours truly.

I hereby apologise for the immense lack of update. Life's been rather hectic and I'm just living each day by, trying to catch my breath to keep up with this fast moving crucial period. Omg come to think of it, bloody Os is in 60 days. And Prelims, 2 weeks. Hell, I can't help but quiver with trepidation. RAHHHHHH SNAP OUT OF IT.

I'm going to own Prelims uhuh yeah. We're going to own Prelims :)
So AnYwAy, despite all the turbulence, I'm not ruling 'life' out of my life. Okay, that just sounded a little queer. Ah whatever, what I mean is that, I'm happy that my friends are still keeping me alive :)

Last week was brilliant. Not a lot of productive mugging but ample catching up sessions which are love. Will blog about it when there is time. Right now, I need to pretend that Emaths is my bestfriend. Yeah Mock's tmrw and I don't want to screw it up like my paper one which I'll fail really bad. Hah.

Okay, bye world. Happy slugging textbooks.

P.s. I officially declare my utter most hate for Rose Hsu Jordan who just freaking killed my literature essay. Thanks. Of all the daughters, SHE has to come out in a compulsory passage based question. Wow, I need to stop pushing my luck cause it is evidently failing me in all ways.

"You never rise up. Lazy. Lazy to rise up to expectations."
"Why do you have to use me to show off ? If you want to show off, why don't YOU learn to play chess ?"
"This girl not concerning us, we not concerning this girl."
"How am I going to leave this world without leaving her my spirit ?"
"I was a lihai. Strong and stubborn."
"I never believed my family found the same girl"
"Who ask you to be genius ? Only want you to be you best. For you own sake !"

Omg, Joy Luck Club is so much funner than Macbeth. Unnatural is not my style and so is tragedy. And I don't think Macbeth is tragic at all so screw it.

Alrighty bye bye again, I've talked too much.

People don't usually get what they want, do they ?
I mean you may have the best but in your eyes, the best is always not enough.
The human nature, one filled with greed and avarice, is so overwhelming that it swallows all good sense. It changes people, for the worse. You might be complaining about your life right now- about how the world is leaving you behind; about how people are ignoring your presence; about how screwed up your family is; about how your boyfriend broke that ever-so-fragile-heart of yours and about how little and insufficient you're having. Be thankful for the ability to complain, the luxury to pin, to cite. Be glad that you're still alive in this world cause any moment from now, Osama might just drop a bomb from the sky and blow you into ashes. Be glad that you even have a family to talk about, have a home to live under. Be glad that it is only your heart which is broken, not the limbs or any other parts. Be glad that you're still in a piece. Cause the littleness you're feeling in your life right now, might mean plenty to others who will die to take your place.