So, four weeks into the start of the school year and already tests start popping out from random corners.
Social Studies was today, and I should be extremely ashamed with myself.
But, there's a reason why I used the word "should"(:

ANYWAY, I had a lot of things I wanted to say but I either 1) forgot or 2) (ok, there's no 2).
I forgot.
My mind has been so preoccupied with stuff that I cannot even identify that now I'm forgetting everything.
That is very very bad.

I cut my hair yesterday(:
Like, you know, my hair, was like all the same length front and back, and there was no shape and everything, so I told my mom I wanted to cut it on Saturday night.
So, on Sunday, we just walked into some random hair cut place thing in Orchard and I cut my hair.
HAHAHA.
RISKY OR WHAT.
If I were in a normal state of mind, I would have flipped.
But I guess I've been a bit cuckoo lately, and... I DON'T KNOW WHY.
Bet it's all the studying rubbish.

I feel like bursting.
Like you know red blood cell placed in a hypotonic solution?
HAHAHA, aiya, let me give your a simpler analogy.
Just like blowing too much air into a balloon.
YES, B-O-O-M.
And I want to eat good food also):
So sad.
I know I need to be doing things but I can't bring myself to do it.
Things like reading Biology because all that's in my brain now is crickets rubbing their feet (or wings, I can't remember) together.
Things like memorizing the 2 paragraphs I have for Chinese spelling tomorrow.
Things like making points for my Literature essay.
Things like figuring how to do Miscellaneous Exercise 14 of my Addition Math Textbook.

Anything (and almost everything), but this.

Oh noey no, what is the world becoming.
I'm like singing the words I'm typing, because I'm going a leetle insane.
In a good but bad but not that bad so it's kinda good but not normal way.
What am I talking about man.
OK I don't know.

I just realised that I do not know a lot of things.
And it's pretty evident because I've said "I don't know" like I don't know how many times already in this post.
See I just said "I don't know" again.
And again.

I think some screw's loose in my brain.
Or maybe too tight, so I'm going a beet mad.
Just a beet.
Teensy weensy.

Homylord, I was wondering why is it that my iTunes is playing and there's no sound.
So I checked everything - the volume thingy thing on iTunes, the volume thingy thing on the computer, the speaker wires, the keyboard (don't ask me why) and yada yada.
All this, while my iTunes was still playing.
And playing.
And playing.
And 11 songs have passed.
And then I that my speakers were not switched on.
HAHAHAHA.
Bodoh brain.

Alrighty, I shall do something else more productive, despite the current condition of my brain.

Good Day!

What an awesome sight.

Homylord.
School's back and this time, there are no events to stand in as excuses to not study.
I know I know, at this stage, I should be digging up any spare time to read up and stock my brain with information, let alone get myself into any event business.
I'm trying real hard to pick up momentum, so bear with me.

Today was pretty good, study wise.
Gratefully understood math, completed chemistry SPA on time for once, drawing for Geography and Bio was, simply put, ????????????????????????????????
I am trying very very hard not to not like this chapter on Excretion.

We also had this retreat thing today over at Novena Church.
It was not bad really, much better than how I thought it out to be.
But seeing that none of us knew what to expect, I didn't really have any basis to begin with.

So yes, laughed a lot, learned quite a bit and had quite a nice time.
Actually, I won't say I'd learnt.
Ok, other than the 12 stages of intimacy thing thing, I would say that the retreat today brought our attention to things that we already know.
It was more like a realisation, because it wasn't like bio or maths where I didn't know anything about the subject prior to the session.
In fact, we all kind of know the things mentioned today already, but never really took much notice of it much till it was brought up today, so yes, I would say I've realised more about stuff around me through today's session.

I think laughter is something extremely amazing and valuable.
Genuine laughter, that is.
Those fake "laughter" that people make just to fit in or whatever it is they fake laugh for does not count at all.
Genuine laughter kinds of breaks any invisible barrier that exists between people.
Like, sometimes, even among friends, when we all haven't seen each other for ages and there's this odd sense of distant familiarity in the air, sort of stagnant, laughter kinds of gels us all back together, if you know what I mean.
Sometimes just thinking about people laughing makes me smile, and in the slightly more euphoric moments, I'll just laugh at the memory like some mad banana.

So, my advice - think of funny moments throughout this year and create some if the funniness of the situation has weared off.
I think it'll help remove some tension, which is always good(:

Have I ever mentioned how incredibly shiok the braised duck and hot soya bean milk over at Bedok South taste?
I think I haven't, so I shall mention it now.
The braised duck and hot soya bean milk over at Bedok South is INCREDIBLY DELICIOUS.
I haven't had it for months, and till this day, I've never tasted better braised duck anywhere.
Oh my goodness, the soya bean too - not only is it extremely satisfying, it's mad cheap!!!
Tell me, where on Earth can you find a huge cup of soya bean milk that costs only 50 cents huh huh huh?
I had one of the most satisfying dinners I've had in a looooooooooong while.
Sometimes it's good to not eat what you like so often.
That's because you'll start missing the food, and once you go back to eat the food again, the satisfaction is indescribable.
Oh yes, and to sum up my delightful dinner, my dad bought those love letters you eat during Chinese New Year.
Omg, (Y).
You know there are some love letters that are totally disgusting because it's as if it has been kept for the longest time and it's no longer crispy or fragrant?
The love letters we bought taste like they've just been freshly made.
Too bad I've already brushed my teeth, if not I'll definitely go grab a few more sticks.

I think I'm coming down with a cold.
THIS CANNOT DO.

HOKAY.
Better read some excretion stuff before turning in.
This is purely a preventive measure, just in case crickets crawl into my brain during Bio lessons and send echos through all my synapses, causing me to just go:
-blank-

Have a great day!
Or night(:

Finally, a pause to catch a breather before going out full force once again, this time for a different reason.

First 2 weeks of school finally at a close.
I got to steal a line from Avatar here.
During that time, it really seemed like "all the days [were] merged together".
It's just a blur now trying to remember, because my mind was constantly thinking about the various events - is there anything left out that we need, is there some event-killing loophole somewhere, any last minute changes, movements, agendas, special activities and etc.
That's probably why last night felt like the best sleep I've gotten since the non-existent holidays.

I've got a whole lot of pictures lined-up for this post, but with the magic touch of Picasa, I've minimized the total count to 5, including the one up top.

I shall begin with Saturday, 9th January.

4 events happening consecutively, simultaneously even, and boy am I glad that day's over.
No hiccup happened that I can remember for all 4 events and the most redeeming factor would have to be that all of us survived.

CCA Fair and the Edusave Awards Presentation Ceremony.

CCA fair was good.
With an awesome script (because I wrote it. HAHA just kidding) and really awesome actors who were super spontaneous and great sports in willing to try out something out of the norm, we've managed to pull in a substantial number of newbies, way above our take-in mark.
I must say our speech went well too, as we were able to sway a few, as well as change the minds of a few others.

Free pizza and the Edusave thingy thing was right after, then something seriously wrong fused with the neurones in our brains, particularly mine.
We just laughed and goofed around like there's no tomorrow right after the presentation in front of all of SM Goh's bodyguards.
HAHAHA Super Hilarious.
They had really awesome chocolate & vanilla cream puffs also!!
Omg, they were out super fast, v sad:(

We mobbed Mr Goh and took 2 pictures with him.
HAHAH Just kidding just kidding, but we did get 2 pictures with him.
There were SO MANY people in queue, and we were told a slightly less than a million times to take a picture with him.
HAHAHA, so yes, we all cluttered a metre away from him and waited, ahem, patiently.

Finally when our turn arrived, he came to us and asked "Hello ladies, do you want a picture with me?"
And you know, someone his height isn't something you see on a regular basis, let alone someone of his rank, so we all just stare and smiled super lamely.
Then he replied "Oh, or could I have a picture with you?"
HAHAHA, that sort of break our reverie and so we all replied "Ok" and "Sure" and "Of Course".

Oh another story that derived from that day.
Teresa, being Teresa, keep trying to make conversation with Mr Goh's bodyguards because we realised that they don't smile at all, let alone talk to anyone but "their kind".
So we were all minding our own business, talking and releasing the accumulation of emotions by laughing.
HAHA, we were so serious the entire day that once the ceremony was over, we were laughing like silly ducks.

Anyway, everyone but the VVVVVVVVVVVVIPs and of course, us + the staff, have left.
So we stood outside our music room where all the VVVVVVVVVVVVIPs were, eating, and lined up in 2 lines, forming a sort of passageway, waiting to greet them goodbye.

That's when the full effect of whatever drug we accidentally consumed that made us high kicked in.

We starting coming up with variations of saying goodbye that seems formal, yet informal.
You know like, with respect, but not till the extend that it looks lame because we are, after all, still young girls.
Whatever that got us made us come up with the most extreme and retarded ways ever possible.
We even made the bodyguards LAUGH.
HAHAHA, and what made it worse was they were trying to hide that they were laughing, because they are generally not allowed to.
Omg I was laughing till my sides ache and when I saw what the bodyguards were doing, I almost died.
HAHA.

Sec 1 Orientation Day Camp.

3 words.
MAJOR. THIGH. WORKOUT.
We, the over-seers, climbed up and down the stairs over 20 times, and we had the best luck because they Sec 1s were located on the highest floor.
So yes, ground floor to the highest floor x >20 times = Best thigh workout ever.

Everything was smooth, and we were right in saying that the sec 1s will not be able to complete the embroidery thing in 3.5 hours.
The only completed like 2 flowers?
HAHA, don't blame them, because I'm pretty sure I can't do it myself :P

Animated conversation ah, Sharelzeh? Specially dedicate this picture to you. HAHA.

Funny man she, roll roll on the floor, walk backwards until crash into 106's door.
Of all classes some more, HAHAHA.
A little screw loose on that day, not just her, but a couple of us.
HAHA, it was good.

There was a loooooooooooooooooooooooong break in between before council took over again, so Sam Thian and I headed to the hall to "rest".
Well, it's in quotations because we ended up snoozing on the school stage, and I was only woken up by some monster on top of me, suffering from rapid palpitations due to running up some stairs and a relatively high body temperature, followed by giggles coming from somewhere in front.

Games, games, games and more games, and then we cheered, and then finally, just when I thought I could go home, I had to retake my A Math quiz.
A Math is not starting on a good note, but I shall turn that around with sheer hardwork and determination(:
Straight for my first tuition session of the year - Chemistry.
Did QA and seriously, it's not as hard as how it was put out to be.
I must survive chemistry this year man.

CAN ONE.

Thank God for the audition.

Initially, I was kinda dreading it because I really don't like auditioning for stuff.
Neither do I like to go for tryouts of selections or interviews or campaigning for myself or something along those lines.
I'll just freak out right before and embarrass the hell out of myself.
And just a little secret which, when I type out here, will no longer be a secret.
But then again, that depends on how many people read till this far down into the post.
I still get stage frights.
Haha, this explains my uncontrollable shaking of the hands every time I make a speech of some sort, which in turn proves that I'm still human.

We had some financial planning thing that lasted from 7.45am to 4.30pm.
I would say it's simply rubbish, but I won't.
It was, omg, I don't even know where to start, nor how to explain the excruciatingly painful boredom that was constant throughout the level.
And I'm pretty sure none of them were trained or equipped with any oratorical or presentation skill.
The guy's voice just droned on and on and on yapping about how to start a business when I have yet to even sit for the paper to give me my lowest form of qualification.
People ended up talking, or sleeping, or doing bio notes - everyone just minding their own business while the guy continued to talk about stocks and shares.

That is why I thanked God for the audition, because it spared me from 2.5 more hours of financial talk.

Auditions went really well, and as usual, we were the friendliest most sociable people.
HAHAHA.
Out of 16 people, 15 were females.
This shows how we girls dominate the media industry.
Guy don't even try out.

So anyway, we just said a few lines that reminded Holly and I a bit too much of our TPJC oratorical pieces into a camera and we were done.

Here comes the fun bit.

When the entire thing was over, the sky suddenly turned really dark.
Set the mood man.
So all of us walked out, headed towards ion to take the train home.

Oh yes, speaking about ion, I was only enlightened on that day that ion was pronounce as i-on because the people who gave it it's name had the intention for it to be I-on Orchard.
Not in orchard or at orchard, but ON orchard.
And I came to know about this from Mrs Cool, of all people. HAHA.

Back to my story.
So we were walking towards the train station when out of nowhere, Bus 5 drove pass.
Right behind it, was ANOTHER Bus 5.
3 minutes later, ANOTHER Bus 5 appeared.
So this time, we ran for it.
HAHAHA.

2 roads and 1 really really long walkway.
When we reached, guess what.

1) The woman who took the audition video piece for us was there, staring at us with this incredulous look on her face.
2) We were on the wrong side of the road.

BLOODY HELL.
WE RAN ALL THE WAY TO REALISE THAT WE WERE ACTUALLY ON THE RIGHT SIDE.
HAHAHAHA.
So we gave up and decided to walk towards the train station once again.
Then, the green traffic light guy started blinking.
So we ran again across the road.
By then, we had practically every driver in their vehicle plus any pedestrian on either side of the the road staring at us 5 girls in blue dashing around like mad sheeps.
At the end of our long walk, no one made it to the train station.
All of us crossed back over the right side of the road and took the bus.
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
I took an incredibly long journey home, passing like 4 heartlands.
Best planning ever.

Oh yes, on the topic of buses, I've got another story.

I think it was Monday, I can't be sure, but it was in the past week where Sharelda and I took the bus to the interchange to take another bus home.
In front of us was a lady of age, but doesn't want to show.
You know those kind of women, in their late 50s, who wear nets and transparent hot pink or purple stuff with holes all over, plus some gold and silver, anything shiny, splashed all over their clothes.
Not forgetting the overly dyed hair and painted long, pointed nails.

So anyway, she was there, in front of us, scratching her scalp.
At first we thought it normal, in fact we didn't even take notice of it, you know, just a random woman with an itchy scalp.
Then, her scalp started flaking.
Shortly after, she brought up her other hand and started attacking her scalp like an animal.
Omg it was damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn sick, and yet, it was disgustingly hilarious.
We started laughing uncontrollably like morons, and then the thought of someone staring at the scene of us laughing at a woman with terribly itchy scalp made us laugh even more.
The worst thing was, we were in public transport, there were many others on the bus and the woman was sitting RIGHT IN FRONT OF US.
We couldn't move because then it would be too obvious, so we had to kinda sink ourselves as far back as we could into the chair just in case any scalp flake were to accidentally land on us.
And we couldn't laugh out too loud, because then it will be rude and awkward.
So we laughed until we suffocated and needed more oxygen and in order to get more oxygen, we had to stop laughing, so in other words, we calmed ourselves down, but only stopped laughing after we alighted the bus and the woman was out of sight, still scratching her head.

Superrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr funny.
Recollecting it makes me want to scratch my head. HAHAHA.

Alrighty, I'm waiting for yesterday's pictures, and there's like a few hundred, so we shall save that for a brand new post.

Till I-have-no-idea-when, goodnight and byebye(:

How I wish I got that tagged on my back sometimes... HAHA.

HELLO, I AM BACK.
The for this post title cannot be any truer.
This week has almost been a hell hole.
Pure, solid, 24-hours-a-day kind madness.

Firstly, WE SURVIVED THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!
I must say it was very well done.
We were near the miracle part, which I am still extremely shocked and pleased about.
Like seriously, best movement of council history, I bet.

Hall stuff hall stuff, then orientation tour and contact time.
We've got the best luck to spend another full year with Dory, our very own class fish.

Tuesday was by far the worse day of the week.
Morning was the mass celebration thing at Holy Family Church.
As if all 1600 plus of us weren't enough, we had another 450 from KCP too.
But it was nice, the whole thing was good.
Fr Simon was entertaining, and Nicolas Barre came back from heaven.
HAHA, something that totally caught us by surprise.

Chaotic recess, an hour of english, and I spent the last hour of curriculum time trying to pen out my own testimony.
It's so ridiculous (especially in my case) how teachers expect us to recall every thing we do and write them down, then they just add linking words like "and" and "as" and "so", and the testimony becomes written by them.
Like, isn't that suppose to be the TEACHER'S job?
It ends up being our job, stating everything we did and do and all sorts, ugh I very irritated to go any deeper, so I shall stop this subject here.

The remaining part of the day was simple.
I stayed back with Nerissa till 7.15pm to complete the NE/RHYA Board.
Well, at least TRY to.
And I was running between ground floor to the highest level 8 times in the span of 4 hours.
I can totally lose weight if I do that everyday.

Completely bananas.

Wednesday now.

I would like to thank everybody who remembered and wished(:
With the exception of Teresa who made it one of the most embarrassing days of my life, ever.
Come let me tell you what she did.
Firstly, she keeps trying to tell the world indirectly, but it's super obvious.
After which, during English, Mrs Cool asked someone to volunteer and say "Mummy give me money" super fast 5 times.
TERESA ASKED HER TO ASK THE BIRTHDAY GIRL.

When chemistry came, she brilliantly roped in Charlotte and asked Ms Tong to excuse us for 5 minutes, before exploding into this ear-deafening, extremely embarrassing, face reddening birthday song.

Chinese was last, where she once again did the same thing and asked lao shi to pick the oldest person who just turned 16 to answer the question.

Sometimes, I really feel like strangling her.
But I won't.

Stayed back, again, for:
1) Edusave Awards Ceremony Rehearsal
2) Complete the RHYA/NE Board
3) Oversee Drama Rehearsal for CCA Fair.

Left the school nearly 7pm again, and I was unfortunate this time.
Squeezed with the crowd on the hour plus journey home and when I reached home, homework was undone, I hadn't had dinner, nor have I had my shower.
Skipped dinner, zoomed straight to shower and homework and slept just before midnight.

What a special day.

Today was relatively okay.
Syllabus have started, and we're cramming for O's.
Sucks like you have no idea.

RHYA Committee meeting after school till 4.30pm, then I took my time on public transport home.
Now, I'm here, with a million things undone, which include homework.
My eyes are threatening to close and my body is dangerously near the "shut-down" mode.

What a week.

Just 2 more days this week and next week.
I SHALL SURVIVE.
I must.

WHAT A DAY!
My goodness, it was like PHOO.
Walk, walk, jog, shout, walk, motion, walk, walk, walk, shout, walk, shout, shout, shout, walk, walk, walk, stand, run, walk, stand, walk, walk, stand, stand, walk.
Me thighs are aching.
(Y) workout.

I totally went off-key like at least a 30 times today.
Almost every word came out wrong, and I couldn't control it.
And yet I couldn't stop talking altogether, because I needed to relay instructions.
So what to do?
Just embarrass the hell out of myself and make some off-key melody that sounds the least melodious.

I'VE GOT HOMEWORK UNDONE.
YES I DO.
A LOT OF IT.
WHAT TO DO NOW.
I don't know.

Tomorrow's going to be another off-key day, for sure.
As if the total number of our student body isn't enough, we'll be joined by 450 other smaller people.

Traffic to flow = miracle.
Smooth traffic = never possible.
A total mess up = most likely.

I'm dreading English tomorrow.
Super super dreading it.
I'm going to be in school like everyday this week (except Sunday of course).
And I'm going to be STAYING BACK.
My goodness, deja vu from last year.

And it's only the FIRST day of school.

Ohmylord, did I mention that I had a nightmare last night?
Okay, I didn't, so I'll tell you now, I had a nightmare last night.
It was damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn bloody scary and it left me scared to sleep after I woke up.

It wasn't like those kind where death is involved or you got mauled by some ferocious beast.
It was more of like those things that you fear keep appearing, and no matter where you run or hide, it'll find you.

I dreamt of this thing.
Okay, I JUST decided what it was.
I think it was a clown gone wrong.
So, I dreamt of this clown gone wrong standing in the middle of the mall, not moving.
Just standing there.
Then my dad went to the toilet, and I was left with my mom, sis and grandma (I have no idea how come she appeared).

So after like 10 minutes, my dad still didn't reappear.
All of us tried calling him but the line (as expected) was engaged.
Then, omg, the lights of the mall suddenly went off, and there was only a spotlight on THAT BLINKING CLOWN.
Then it started walking towards us.

BLOODY COW.

My mom and grandma could still stare at the stupid thing, so I had to drag them and we ran to the car.
Along the way, a lot more popped up and they started to brisk walk.

Homylord, I wanted to just cry.

So we got into the car, AND THERE WERE LIKE 2 LYING DOWN IN FRONT OF THE BACK SEAT.
WAH OMG, I WANTED TO JUST DIE.
The 2 euitgsiytgsligliergul assholes were just lying there, dressed in red, smiling urhglsruuire freakishly and just staring into my sister and I.
Then my sister started jumping on one of them (yes, anticlimax), and I followed.
HAHAHA.

Then omg, suddenly, everywhere went pitch black.
And the first scene reappeared.
The only source of light was from a spot light.
A clown was standing there, staring at me.
Then he smiled.

And I woke up.
I think my dad went to the toilet or something, because the living room light was switched on, and just went I woke up, it switched off.
I think my heart missed like 10 beats throughout the entire dream.

I couldn't go back to sleep because every time I closed my eyes, I see the last scene before I woke up.
And I didn't want to move from my place because I was under my only source of protection - my blanket.
I was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired, and yet the stupid shit-face was there every time I closed my eyes.
Omy, I wanted to just stab myself :(

That was super terrible, I swear.
And with that terrible note, I need to head back to finishing up my Chinese essay.

This is it.
Tomorrow will come in an hour and 43 minutes and it'll officially be the end of whatever I was living in last year.

Bags packed, gazillion documents printed, millions of messages sent, thousands of phone calls called, and it all boils down to 5.50am tomorrow morning.
The start of the New Year.

It just came to my notice that there are tests on the first week of school.
Who gives tests on the VERY FIRST WEEK of school?
Our teachers -.-

I have not touched a textbook, AT ALL, during the holidays, let alone the pass few days due to the preparation for the first 2 weeks.

Let me tell you something.
Next is going to be one helluva week.
EVERYDAY will be BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!
"MOVE IT MOVE IT, GET GOING, BRING THEM HERE, BRING THEM THERE, MOVE MOVE MOVE."
Something along those lines, or at least the momentum.

I've got homework left undone.
This is not good.
And I doubt I'll be able to finish them :P
I'm going to cross my fingers and squeeze in as much as I can get done in any snippet of free time I can possibly find.

I better psycho myself to sleep now.
Need the energy to pull through first day of War.

Good luck and I hope we all emerge victorious.

I want to cuddle and sleep like that.
It looks super comfortable.

I've been blog-hopping the last half an hour and almost all the posts I've read have a similar thing in common.
Something slightly negative, upsetting, down-right rotten.
But at the same time, psyching (or at least trying to), wishing and hoping.
I think that thing exists in me as well, but I'm just not admitting it.

The dread for this year to begin.

Firstly, the posts I'd read were written by people my age.
So? Well, we're kinda about to go through the most life-changing, traumatic, major lub dubbing period of our lives.
Which brings me to the next point - We are all not ready for it.

This year, as mentioned time and time again, flew pass in the speed of light.
And for me, everything flipped over 181 degrees.
It's slightly off balance, and when you actually think about it, it's quite unbelievable.

One year ago, I thought I finally understood things.
I thought I finally knew how to bring myself down and look at things in a different light, and to, well, accept things for what they are.
Yes, that has been working well throughout the year, but then it became more complicated.
And at the end of the day, all you can do is just to accept the fact that that's that.

I've got so many questions that need answers.
How did things turn out this way?
How did it start in the first place?
What was the spark that led to this result?
Where was the turning point that brought us to where we are right now?
Why on earth do I have so many questions that make me more mind-boggled?

Frankly speaking, it gets really tiring, just thinking.

I've never really mentioned it, but I was never really caught in the nervousness or dread for next year.
It's not that I'm weird, neither did I cut off my sensory neurones.
It's just that I don't want to think about it.
I don't want to freak out now.
I don't want to know what's installed for me.

Self-denial is the word (or phrase).

It just bugs me to even dare think about what's going to happen the minute class resumes on Tuesday.
The minute my teacher steps into class.
The minute I open my book.
The minute she opens her mouth.
That will be when the clock starts counting every second till Judgement Day.
It bugs the crap out of me.

That's why, I simply don't think.
I just let each day come and I take it as it is.
It's bad, I know, and I'll appear to be some self delusional goofhead.

I'm not ready for the year to begin, but it has already started.

SO, LET'S JUST DO THIS.

I'm pretty interested to see what this year has to offer.
Tons of changes, that's for one.
Shit-ass maths sums is another one granted.

First week of school's going to be insane.
I'm still doing Council stuff.
All the paper work and things to familiarise myself with to prevent any major hiccups.
We shall just heck the minor ones and pretend they didn't even happen.
Drama has an entire script waiting for me to edit.
Don't even get me started on RHYA, because we really haven't even started.
Oh my, there's my studies too.
I'm holding it damn tightly to prevent it from falling into the bottomless pit.

1 more day to go before it all starts.
A little more then 24 hours to prepare myself for battle.
It's not enough, but it's all I've got.

We shall start the year with a better note after that(: