hark!

alas! my insatiable desire for expression unknowingly lead me to this page and lets hope that random rambling of words will shed light on my random thoughts of eloquence. okay, euphemism aside, i am really just blanched. scared of receiving C5s that spell doom for what's left of my social life from tomorrow onwards. ugh.

i dont know what working hard really is. my perception of what is supposed to be is a report card that spells a page full of amour, not of bestiality and cruelty. sigh, but then again maybe what is supposed to be was what was wrong. maybe, supposed to be will be like a child's drawing of a night sky- stars all aligned, a yellow moon- simple and pretty, a picture of innocuous naivety and nothing to do with reality. (don't ask.)

how novel-like. the beginning of the epilogue of the last lap of my secondary school rat race officially starts chronicling itself tomorrow as seemingly unimportant numbers on papers that have poised themselves on the points of their red pens fell on to my paper. let's hope they aren't powerful enough to make me cry and understand the definition of all is to naught.

everyone to the finishing line, run!;blessed be.
till then.

with love,
xinzi.