6:13 AM ; Wednesday, May 23, 2007
oh goodness. i want schoolto end her life right now. and there isn't a hint of humour in that sentence, thanks for wondering nevertheless. i have got so many stupid projects to do, and i have to lug my 5 kg instrument with my at least 3 kg bag home tommorrow,something i am more than obviously absolutely unwilling to do.and what is up with all the damned lessons in school? they simply sweep past me, not even entering-not to mention registering in my mind. especially maths. i cannot comprehend a single wor mdm lim mutters or mubles for that matter. her pace is so inconsistenet that instead of guiding us to the correct formula she throws us off the train. no, i don't actually hate her. i just cannot help but feel everything is so mixed up.
i never bother if i end up sleeping at 1 am now. i cannot really be irked by how much work i have left to do no matter how i mentally abuse myself for that. if work remains blank and empty, i mentally smile and shrug, saying it would get done one day regardless. the fact i am writing this post instead of completing my maths corrections (which many people copy instead, but i kicked off that habit thanks to tan huiqi jolene) is the most excellent and valid proof of so. school whispers into my revolving life, disappearing once uttered and what remains are none of memories but the same girl, back to square one, all lost since the month of janurary.
i can picture myself lying on the grass, with its minute blades nudging against the surface of my skin and my hair all over the ground, spread out as it relaxes. my legs recieving a slight embrace from my hands that pull themcloser to my body, my eyes focused on the stars that twinkle akin to electrical lights.the night's winds, stronger than a breeze, blow awayall the things in life
that used to and are supposed to bother me. right now all i can do is to wait for this awful period of life to pass, before a settled, dilligent life comes knocking at the door.
all i desire is a break. is the requirements of that so difficult to meet?
