Its not always rainbows and butterflies.

I have no idea how to do my K.I. essay. I have no idea how to do my I.S. Math is a blur. Physics is just rushing by and Chem. Dear, dear chem just grins at me in all its organic beauty.

Thank God for:
Thursday Labour Day - a day to finish up all my overdue work.
Friday Starbucks - to diffuse the tension of the week and cheer me up after I.S. consultation.
Saturday VJ Dance - to convince myself that friends is all that I will ever need.
Sunday Church - where I get my dose of divine intervention.

Then the chaos begins anew.

I hesitate to type the next few lines, deeply aware of the harrowing patterns of past statements. Trend is, the positive thing once stated disappears. Still, i will say it: I'VE CUT DOWN ON CABAL.

There. The urge to play creeps in agian. Joy.

Its almost midweek (grins) and that means the worst is almost over. Almost, because one can't say how this week could twist around. We all hate ironies. It usually results in tragedy.

In a semi-cool computer lab, with so much to do and no will to, one can only console oneself by the (relatively) useless task at hand: blogging. A semblance of work with the comforting clack of the black keys. Mind focused firmly on every letter and word typed forth, never straying to the frightening void desperately waiting to be filled by all I need to know to pass my A levels. Instead, I look up and out the grilled windows and smile at such a beautiful day. Nature, in all its sweltering heat of the Singapore climate, beams back at me with the promise of clear skies and good weather. How wonderful. Still, I am dimly aware of a part of me that wishes it would rain torrentially to suit the dark angst of my psyche.

Maybe it will.

Afterall,
Its not always rainbows and butterflies.