I'm comfortably blanketed under my puffy duvet, once again updating you on the happenings of my life, by no means to bore you that is. But really if you are currently reading this, I'm guessing that it is Easter Break that has by all means been torturing you for the past two days, that even my life seems more interesting at this point. *giggles*
Well, you are reading about this girl who has just got home from her IYA camp and is knocked out from merely four hours of sleep, a constantly cold body and three days of indecent food (cooked by the writer herself, oops). Despite all those, I had a great 3 days at camp. There were only 5 girls and 6 boys hence almost immediately conversations were carried through and soon enough a close-knit bond was formed between the 11 of us, like a chain reaction. It was only during this camp that I learned about the existence of leeches and was bitten by one, a rather small one thankfully, on my left foot and the next time I checked, it left me with my own blood stained on my white sock as a token of its existence in my life. Many more of those creatures charged on my shoes whilst I jungle-trekked my way through the jungle, but owing to my fast reaction rate then (I've got my adrenalin to thank for) I manhandled them everywhere and anywhere away from me. If there was anything that I managed to get out from this camp is the fact that I should feel more than grateful to be born and bred a city girl. To think that I had actually wanted to settle down on the outskirts of town in somewhere like Tennessee one day - I am under serious reconsideration, I mean, just who am I kidding? April Fool's had long since passed. Maybe I'm better off in the city after all...
I spy the girl in her light blue shirt, do you?
Now that camp is over, it otherwise means that in less than six hours' time, I'll be on a bus making my sweet escape to Singapore with my best friend. And trust me when I say we won't be back until five days later. And in the meantime, I am trying my very best to refrain myself from thinking just the amount of prep I've got awaiting me at my desk... Should I tilt my head a little to my right right now, I might go crazy - a risk I am unwilling to take. Hence, writing here is my best resort, for now at least. I cannot think that my Maths IGCSEs are around the corner on the 15th and 20th of May, whilst the trials are really just 2 or 3 weeks from now; I cannot think that I've got "All My Sons" to read for E Lit; I cannot think that my piano exam is coming in June which means I have to practice the piano at home... I cannot think about them. Which is exactly what I'm doing now. All the things that I have to do are like tidal waves bombarding me, and there is really only one question left: Just when will I drown? Every time this happens, my head just starts to hurt and it's happening again like all the other days. I should learn how to deal with my stress, I know. So let me just think of Singapore now. An escape - exactly what I need now. Escape... A sweet escape.
What Mr. Suzali's classes do to you
Jenn once told me, "God gives His toughest battles to His strongest soldiers".
Is this a sign? If it is, I wish I knew what it might be.
“ 就让我跌倒
我学会笑
我知道
我曾经是你的骄傲
我一直是你的骄傲 ”
-让我跌倒 ,可晴
I'm smiling but I'm dying inside.
I'm very tired but I can't sleep.

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