prom??

My school is possibly/ maybe/ might be HOLDING PROM FOR ITS GRADUATES!!!!!
WHOOP DE DO.
*does the singapore jig* (if there is one)
ER..not exactly.

When you say prom, people would usually associate it with THAT one MAGICAL night where things that you have fantasized about during draggy amath class with that certain so and so ACTUALLY HAPPENS.
YAYS.
*scoffs*
Prom, is sadly highly overrated.

NOTHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN.
(I love being a party pooper )HEHS.

Though I have to admit, having it OUTSIDE is going to be wayyy much better.
It makes searching for THAT RIGHT DRESS even more worthwhile.
And you actually have a reason to rent out a mercedes benz taxi instead of taking the mercedes benz bus(SBS).
However, if the school don't get their arses off the floor and start making reservations we just might end up having our prom at the fullerton's carpark.

Anyways, prelims has arrived.
this is most prolly going to be my last blog entry till its over.
or maybe second last...or the third last..

okok.
im off.
toodles`

cold.so cold.




sometimes life can be unbearable and during those moments i try to lose myself,to detach from my mind,my thoughts and my heart-all the things that hurt.
i lose myself in the blandness of concrete,of whitewashed walls.
sometimes i suceed,sometimes reality doesn't allow me.

those moments of not thinking,not feeling is somewhat natural and unnatural at the same time.
though im not too sure which is more tiring.
trying to numb out the hurt or trying to overcome it.

there are times when i feel suffocated.
even when im reading,i would suddenly feel this strange heaviness in my head and no matter how many deep breaths i take it would still be there.
maybe its because of my surroundings-the entire nosiness and disruption of it that i feel that way.
i wish i had my own sweet meadow,my own hillside complete with fresh morning air and its own sunset.


this week has been an introduction of the months to come and i am not liking it very much.
the whole working almost non-stop in school from 8am to 9pm is taking its toll on us and it is balantly obvious during the day.

just how the heck am i going to finish my revision i have got no clue.


sighs.
sighs.

byes.

i have no idea what to post cause there is too many things inside of me which i feel rather uncomfortable to post.
while i find blogging about the happening happenings (-.-)" rather pointless and a waste of my time.
i keep deleting lines and cancelling them out.
if only life could be just as simple.
but then everybody will be deleting everybody else's lines out and there won't be much life left eh.

sometimes i question my sanity.



anyways,
i caught 'the lake house' today.
after the movie,while discussing i wondered aloud to ky,'still the movie did not explained how the mailbox worked or how the two managed to correspond' and ky was like, 'who cares?just let it be la'.
and i realised that after living in such a logical and practical age,my mind has been poisoned by it as well and all my sense of imagination and illogical thinking has been becoming a smaller part of me.
things needed to have a RATIONALE.
there got to be a REASON.
people,we have to think LOGICALLY here.

GAH.
i don't want to become another wooden thinking metallic mind ass of a being.
i really don't like this era.
so freaking logical.

as you can tell,i grew up reading enid blyton.
hehehe.


am conked out by day's activities.

buhbye.

SWT MIKSERY

SO LONELY INSIDE,
SO BUSY OUT THERE.
AND ALL YOU WANTED WAS SOMEBODY WHO CARED.


PAST EXHAUSTION.
PAST THINKING.
PAST FEELING.
PAST LIVING.

CONFUSED.
ANGRY.
JEALOUSY.

UNMOTIVATED.
UNINSPIRED.

MY ONLY HOPE-DASHED.
CROSSED OUT.
ERASED.

NOTHING MORE TO CLING ON.
NOTHING MORE TO HOLD ON TO.

BREAKING INTO NOTHINGNESS.
INTO WISPS OF AIR.
INTO SOMETHING OTHER THAN ME.

THIS SWEET SWEET MISERY ...