This post is really dedicated to those that wait patiently for the updates, and my sadistic thoughts. Yes, apologises to Junhong, kinda forgot about this picture...it's really like searching for a needle in a hack sack, but here it is! ha!

Studies are not really hell. Gruesome and tedious, yes, but it's like a drug. Easily addicted to but deteriorates your life, and for that matter, our youth.

Congrats to all performance groups for the outstanding achievements, especially guitar. Really relieved to hear that they maintained a gold. As expected or foreseen, chinese dance got a silver. Events initially was calmly stable with the hair, the make-up and even 3 practices, the schedule was sailing without a glitch, even our "oh so mighty" coach complemented us saying that we're bound to get a gold for our last practice before leaving for NUS. However, tables turned as anxiety probably overwhelmed us or it could be because of pests obstructing our way during the performance. Anyhow, we did our best and there's no use crying over spilled milk.

Trepidation befalls upon me and the trauma of knowing how limited time is is rather aggravating. Knowing how this would affect me and knowing how this would reflect my actual results for Os is like an energy boost during my late night studying. The Enormity of pressure against us, graduating students, is rather hard to swallow but one must force it down to accept "reality is tough". I'm left with prayers in hope that i would perform my best. What lurks ahead is crystal clear, but it is whether you want to reach out for it or not.

Mother tongue, ah yes i remember that terrifying topic almost a taboo to me now. My teacher gives me the usual encouragements but somehow these feel like useless expressions of faith in me, knowing my standard that is. Nevertheless, i'll pass this round in gratitude for her optimistic thinking and occasional sarcasm she throws in, brightening the atmosphere filled with my hatred contaminating other's spirits during lessons.

A period of kindness there but i still hate chinese, so much for the short lived happiness.

Speech day, a day in celebration of the school's achievements and anniversary. High spirits filled the air...useless emotions, i cost me my time and therefore my studies. Energy wasted on wiping filthy floors with my socks as dance practice relays on in preparation of speech day performance. The horrors of make up never fails to smack me awake to relate to the phrase " no pain no gain". Make-up is used to enhance the beauty of one, but for performance make up it destroys rather than enhance. I saw aliens that day, unrecognisable beings, definitely not a classified species. The costumes are described to me as "sexy" but i deduced " skimpy". I finally understand the sensation of running and dancing naked like how you see those weird events when someone butt naked dashes out on to the field with words "MANCHESTER UNITED 1#" painted on their bare skin, yes the feeling maybe described as "freedom" but ultimately it's completely insane and cold.

I'll end off thanking all for not insulting me when i wore the costume, thus in conclusion, humans are such hypocrites. i kid.

JAn~jaN janice the TIRED