WRECK

I do realise that there has been a lack of updates on school. Post-promos, a break in the monotony that is oft referred to as a 'timetable', which dictates an endless cycle of the same weekly rituals, has occurred. No more Wednesday morning Economic lectures, followed by sub-zero temperatures in LT2 for Geography with an over enthusiastic teacher who first addressed us as 'H2 Geographers'; not that I'm complaining about chipper people, but I'm pessimistic at best.

Anyway results seem to be looming, together with Oral Presentation for Project Work. I seem to be at loggerheads with everyone when it comes to getting my way; either my way or no way. Ideally, a crisp minimal Powerpoint presentation, but my teacher has an utmost liking towards colourful backgrounds and fonts in the various shades of the rainbow. I like minimal. I dress minimal. I rarely don prints unless it is absolutely necessary. Today I went out dressed in black from head to toe.

My thoughts seem incoherent. I feel like flooding this entire entry with all the unanswered questions which have been clouding my better judgment since Day One, but this isn't the right place to do so. Too lazy to open my diary and start penning everything down. Maybe soon, when I am at peace with myself and have finally realised how to let go. I have gained a substantial amount of weight since last week, even managing to out eat my male peers at school. Not something to be proud of. Well, the bed is calling for me now. Time to turn to Jesus (ah) and beg for a few miracles.

Credits: Adrian Wee

Two nicest pictures from Poptart which took place a good two weeks ago? Not the nicest (due to weight gain) but compared to the others where my arms were either squished or my face popping out like Gwen's second head our of nowhere.. These will have to make do. Halloween plans for tonight are too jumbled up to make heads or tails of anything. But one thing's for sure, I will make curfew!!

I'm tired of barricades and pretending like everything done has followed my agenda to a tee; truth is I don't know what I'm doing, why I'm doing it, and what the hell I want. More headstrong than I've ever been, rifling through my diary after writing in an entry last night: All the unfamiliar memories which have been pushed out of my mind, the absence of recollection if physical reminders ceased to exist. Okay, starting to sound either more mental or *~*introspective*~* but pretenses are getting a little old.. Honestly.

Anyway post-holidays have served me well. Home Club on Friday night and Butter on Saturday. Entangling myself in yet other unnecessary problems, not that I blame friends who look out, but misconstrued messages always result in less than intended outcomes, right? Left my wallet with it's precious contents ie. A's IC and screamed my head off to anyone who would listen. Thank heavens it found its way back after the cab driver surprised her at doorstep (before I informed her, the utter disregard she must have had for me there and then) and saving everyone a whole lot of trouble.

Feeling sluggish, spent the last two days at home holed up in the room pigging out on everything I'm able to lay my hands on. Oversleeping and having the bed beckon once more after polishing whatever off my plate. Really don't know why I bother to post here since I excessively update my Twitter page anyway. Ughh. Lazy day again tomorrow. Just too lazy and poor to head out. Having too much time on your hands never turns out as well as you'd like it.

Via Postsecret

Today marks the end of the total 17 hours worth of examinations I had to undergo, and since my papers were scheduled back to back over a period of four days, my H2s and H1 anyway, it leaves me till Wednesday without school! Since Thursday and Friday have been allocated for physical tormenting through soccer (and with my new found hatred towards sunlight) I guess absenting myself should be in order.

The original plans lined up had me tagging along with Paul on Saturday with his family for Deepavali visiting, with Poptart succeeding till the wee hours of the morning; Sunday for a buffalo wing challenge at Sunset Grill and perhaps church and confession before if my body allowed it; weekday plans were still tentative, but I knew who I had to meet. Anyway, all that has been scraped, or I think so, depending on my mood in the days to come.

I did enjoy myself this afternoon though, albeit being at home. Zixuan came over and we really did have a fucking awesome time doing the things that we usually do.. Tried playing 'conductor' like the old days but the conditions were far from perfect, and some unexpected upheaval contributed from Alex via a phone call diverted our attention from 'The September Issue'. So much for my change in preference for monotony.

This will be the last time I attempt to spot questions, or assume that I possess the capability of cramming nine months worth of Physical and Human Geography in three hours. Sub paper to come, the prospect of retaining is already in view. Not that I'm complaining, or trying to be one of those academically secure brats who whine about their fears of not being able to meet the E E S-pass criteria set by the college. Nope, far from that.

Time for bed, been up for 25 hours. Meeting both aforementioned tomorrow, followed by dinner with Peter at Modesto's. Yay.

Ps. Fixed my hair today, hoping that the dark brown will go unnoticed amongst the sea of black when I decide to show up for school. Ah but who am I trying to kid honestly? Haha. I'm blacklisted.