I'm Dirt

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
-The Script

Mom's checking the tickets to hk haha and if its cheap heehee :D

I had this random thought a few days back. You know how people always say they wished they were a bird, then they'll have all the freedom in th world, not tied by humans obligations and responsibilities, they'll be able to fly and fly. Yes, marks freedom. BUT, what we do not realise is how fortunate it is for us to be humans, to control our fate rather than let fate control us (Most of the times anw). I saw three birds perched on the sides of a garbade truck, & there they were using their beaks to scarve up whatever bits they can find. Imagine me doing that... My heart pained for th birds. We're lucky because we don't need to resort to it. We have the ability and intelligence to deem ourselves at the very least.

Then I read The Straits Times today as well as th ones in th past few days. Then I came across the one where Dr William Tan appeared on the headlines... & maybe I am th last to know, but don't add salt pls. I admire him throughly & completely. Leukemia. It struck me hard. A man who has inspired us all, who went through so much in life, has to go through a turbulent period once more. Honestly, what are we compared to him? Here we are, complaining abt how life's losing its meaning becos As are destroying us, school's bad, exams are difficult.... Five subjects is more than we can handle stressed, or worrying about getting into a University, & then friendship problems blah blah blah & how we're hanging on a thin line. But boy, I guess we still don't know the meaning of, difficult. I ought to feel remorse, you shld to.

Credits to: Radli Rahman, Photograher

Permutations & Combinations, Pre WWII, & I'm dishonest. Because I feel pathetic once again. Immense headache, from a wrong get up, & pounding voice tt refuses to take its leave. Screamed my lungs, literally. I just feel so intensely scornful at something, actually someone. Its one of those shit days and I kind of need, you.

I wna get a job, to earn some money to provide for myself at the very least. In the following months ahead, I'm going to eat up a lot of mom's money and it sucks that I'm not working hard enough to do her proud. Actually forget about working, cos you know I won't. Doing and saying are two completely objective adjectives. I've said a million times, that I will study hard & get at least reasonable grades for As but... I'm failing entirely. Okay today I will finish whatever work I need to, do the laundry & come up with a success-able study plan. Three months and twenty days, panic time!