Saturday, August 21
life is like a coin. you can spend it in any way you want, but you can only spend it once.
i'm stressed out, over-exhausted, and basically feel like drowning my stupid self. every day is just another day over, another day nearer, another day worse. i'm spending my coin all wrong. i wish someone would just run up to me and hug me and say everything's going to be all right. someone i like, anyway, not one of those annoying ppl i can't stand. english oral was weird. the teachers kept laughing. i hope they aren't too strict. we went crazy after oral.. walked in the rain across the parade ground, arm in arm. to you: why do we always talk about prom in the o' level holding room?? hahaha. i don't want to leave, ever. i don't mind taking the o's again and again, honestly, if it means i never have to leave this school, this class, and all of you. i love you!
it's the little things in life that mean so much. like last sunday, when one of my ss kids gave me a sticker. i was like aww!! =D heee. so cute.. i stuck it on my phone. =D shall show her tmr, maybe, if i'm not rushing. which reminds me, i haven't prepared my ss lesson yet. bleaugh. well at least this way i know what it's like to be a kindergarten teacher. even if it's only sunday sch.
want so much to fly away. it's not possible. why do i dream of things that cannot be? i see you in my dreams. you're always so nice in them. maybe it's better that they remain only dreams, so reality cannot hurt me. dreams are so beautiful. so exhausting. last night you took me by the hand and led me away. in dreams i don't look back, or wonder what's going on. in dreams i already know what's going on. why does life have to be so blurry, so dreary? i see your face now. it's haunting me. please go away so i can do my work. hehh. then come back to me. and we'll fly away together again.
buffed my nails during the talk just now. they are nice and smooth and shiny now and i feel so much better about myself. so much so that i can face another round of tomorrows. i can finish my work. i can smile and be gracious about life. i can do it. please let it come true.
success is a ladder, not an escalator.
it must've been love.
8:39 pm
xoxo
Monday, August 9
the day's coming. the day we always talked about. hmmm. when we step down. not aside. down. it's byebye to us. i um need to get stuff for the new pls and the patrol. heh. studies wise, the past few days have been really slack-y. nothing gets done. argh argh argh. i'm really frustrated with myself. i need to cut my hair. on wed. after i get my results. for better or worse, i'm cutting my hair. should cut on sat too, cos it's an impt day. but i can't cut twice in a week! so wed it is. sigh.
it must've been love.
9:13 pm
xoxo
