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Follow me ppl,
Yours Truly.
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I’m exhausted.
Speaking of today…
Today marked the first embarrassment of the year. If the ground could open up, I’d be glad to jump into the hole. Malu malu malu! And it was pretty much hilarious. Totally.
You know what? I’d rather have a deep slumber than to sleep and dream. Because I find myself thinking of what I dream a lot when I’m awake. Thinking about the endless possibilities of what the dreams mean. Getting baffled, upset or disheartened over some snippets. Or even emotionally-agonised. Now that isn’t cool, especially if it fogs my mind throughout the day or makes my mood submerge. It happened, and frankly, it’s horrible, even though it’s only a dream. Man, I should take things less seriously from now on.
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Life’s been a wee bit mundane lately. I guess it’s just the period. The period whereby nothing else matters more than the books and notes, or so I think. I spent today by digging into APA notes, and at one point of time, enduring a conversation with my Dad about politics. I don’t know how the latter came about, but that man really cracked me up :>
I don’t know what’s coming up for APA tes tomorrow. Somehow, I’m not as confident as how I used to be.
I guess the remedy for all the worry and fear is just to study and get the things in the head and make sure there’s a stopper to enable the memorised notes stay inside throughout. Sounds simple, but man, the process is as hard as the attempt to squash a housefly with a newspaper.
Cheers for completing PM project, finally! ^^
You people are hillarious.
From the “You look tired.” statements down to the “Your eyes, they look bad.”, I think school load is beginning to take its toll on some of us. But it’s alright, I believe we all have the strength to pull it through. Like they say, it all boils down to the mindset :>
“YES, WE CAN!”
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I’ve concluded that stereotypes are inevitable. Well, to me at least and I think it’s so much harder to accept the stereotype when you’re not comfortable with it.
I guess there are only two ways to go about dealing with it; the convenient way which is to just ignore and live with it or the tedious way, confront the situation by ATTEMPTING to change people’s impression of you and hope to shed the infamous light people have of you. All these while, I’ve opted for option number one. To make things more ocmplicated, I’ve been living in denial for so long. I chose to ignore the whole situation cos I’ve always thought that my friends were kidding. But now, when everything comes crashing down, its honestly quite hard to swallow it all. I’m really trying to see where’s my fault in all this and I’m hoping someone will enlighten me soon.
What’s really bothering me is the prospect of the rumour spreading around and tampering with the impression of my close friends. And honestly, there’s nothing I can do about it. Just have to hope that they choose to believe facts than lies. Frankly, I’ve realised that theres no way a person can please everyone. So I was thinking, why not start small and please people who’s immediately around me? Sighh. Its proving to be a challenge with this infectious stereotype going around.
PS: It isn’t that bad afterall, Alhamdulillah.
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This is heaven. And what else would I do? Faced with absolute solitude, self-incarcerated in my lovely little room (which smells like rubber at the moment because of the new wires, came home yesterday), I’ve finally bestirred myself to revise for next week APA test.
And I was thinking, heaven ought to have at least a trace of wings somewhere. I might have a feather bookmark buried unnoticed among the pile of papers, merely for effect.
I’m not repeating myself yet again (I promise) when it comes to ranting, but I always find myself repeating the same things, if only the fact that they were said differently, but it’s always the same old things I’d rather not bother myself with but-funny thing-they keep coming back to haunt me. A deeply sentimental, teenaged, troubled version of myself is always available here.
I have yet to decide whether wearing my heart on my sleeve or serving it up on a platter would suit me better.
Flying Solo. 