A tower started building, extending vertically upwards towards the skies. I've no idea how this tower can shoot up, but I know that I'm standing right on top. It's only slowly elevating upwards as time passes by.




Right at the bottom of the tower, there's practically nothing. You can only see many dirty-greenish bricks that move supernaturally in midair. They are moving so swiftly, rapidly taking up their positions to construct the walls of the tower. The tower is elevating upwards as time passes by.




The tower was initially non-existant. Till I met you. Things started to change. My tower started building up and elevating. The sturdy walls blocked out the rest completely. From my lovely view from the top, you were nothing more but perfect. Unfortunately, the tower continued rising upwards. The tower is still elevating upwards with time.





After so long, the tower has risen sky-high. I can see nothing, but the dark clouds that loom above the horizon. I can no longer see you. You are so minute, I can hardly see you, nor feel your presence. You live in my mind, solely based on my vague interpretation of you. I think I'm starting to feel a little lonely already. The tower hasn't ceased elevating upwards still.





You know what? My tower is getting a little old and rickety now. The sturdy walls are no longer what they used to be. Just any charging bull can send me and my tower down now I guess. Will I die if I fall from my tall tower? Will I? It's such a pity to send my lovely green tower down though. It's so high up here, I see can see nothing, fucking bleak. If my tower's still building, I can't feel it anyway. I'm sorry, but I've no idea if the tower has yet to cease elevating upwards.




This tower was specially built for muddy.

A hearty chat we had today. I seriously enjoyed it. It wouldn't be the same if we weren't in uniform chatting.



Anyway, I'm sort of slacking now. Chatting merrily on msn. I'm starting to lose my senses all over again. I'm afraid my reliance would develop into some barrier. I almost forgot the fact that I decide to sweep out and leave only him in my heart.




I still like my muddy. I know it's impossible, but I can't control where my reliance wants to lie on. It's been so long, that I've kinda forgotten the reason I liked him for.





I guess I'm not ready for any of these relations yet. I only want to stop at liking someone. I think it'll be rather easy to win my heart, as long as I have a good impression. I'm really shy at this.





I only wanna like muddy.

I seriously think that mugging is the most strenuous activity to me. I'm damn tired and weary from just one day of total studying. I was studying in class today, stretching out my legs and resting them on the chair while I laid back and read. It's rather comfy actually. Hah. I was kinda blasting rock music into my ears, and I could dozed off in the loudness. This was how listless I was.




There's not much time left, and I find myself struggling to complete the homework and still carry on with my study plans. It's pretty impossible, provided I don't sleep luh, which is stupid. The load would soon be building up, as soon as all the teachers start giving us compiled notes. Shouldn't these materials be given earlier to us? There's seriously too many to be done.





I guess this will help us learn how to prioritise our time. I don't think I'm doing a good job at this, but at least I'm dedicating twice the time to mugging now. Actually I'm literally doing the same thing all over again. I'm a little shaky with my humanities now. I really need someone to save me. Can the rest of the subjects not bug me with more papers?





Anyway, I'm getting real tired from all the studying. Time fleets now, when I thought it used to crawl during language lessons. Haha. Oh well.





Know your mistakes and move on.

We graduated yesterday. The only thing I can remember was that I danced with all my might. And the puff was simply heavenly. The graduation ceremony was pretty boring, that a streamer which got caught in the rotating fan grabbed almost everyone's attention. Our principal's speech was really geared towards imspiring everyone, using real examples. Mr Chua would have rambled on all based on Ngee Ann and their education policy. Hah.





Our dance was really good to me, not because of the decibels recorded from the applause, but because I could feel that our class has placed in full-hearted enthusiasm and effort. Anyway, I reckon the applause was mostly from the teachers. The rest could only see the obvious flaws present, purely because they are blinded by our performance. Too good to be true. Jealous that we are the only full class performing?





I enjoyed myself and I want to do it again. Hah.





I <3 4R3.





We dined in at swensens. The bill was shocking, but we could get out of the restaurant. After that we discussed the story about 'the Time traveller's wife' at TIMES, but I still couldn't figure out what the fuck is happening, so I decided to embrace the idea of reading that book. Ya. Sounds fake right? I am going to do it. HAH.





I'm bent on making my L1R5 a seven.





7 (:

Peak at the correct moment. Alright then. I'll trust you. I'm feeling a little pressurised with all the high expectations, be it from peers or even teachers. I'm really stunned and I really won't disappoint you. Trying my best sounds superficial, I'll see what I can do. And I came up with my new set of values again. Ahahahahaha.





I'll be humble and learn from everyone's strengths. I'll evaluate myself as someone who wants to jump many grades now. I'll see what I'm stupid at, and find my way out. Wakakakakaka.





Anyway, I know reading this is fucking boring, because I don't report on any real stuff in school. It wouldn't be exciting to read mine either. Perhaps. I'll say something about graduation day tml.





I'm feeling reaaaalllllllly hyper now. YEA. All the dancing has left me wanting for more. Hahahahahahaha. =D





Handsome, want to dance?

I'll start saving myself by giving myself more space. I'll watch more tv. Ahahahahahahaha.






Oh dear, can someone save me?






I'm starting to blabber nonsense. I hate to be thrown back down, but climbing up aint easy too.






It's getting real tired now, but you cant just stop here. You have to continue, otherwise you'll still be banging the wall. If you had tried, at least the bitterness wouldn't hurt that much. You only have to give yourself an answer.






Have you any fucking idea how much you mean to me?

I feel like a gone case right now. Just hit me. Fuck. Seriously, I feel like banging the wall right now. I'm just really glad I'm sick and stayed at home today. I would have vomitted in class if I went to school today. Oh well.








I just spent a long time trying to convince myself again. Since mugging doesn't really make a difference, should I just slack my days away? I'm fucking sick now.







I suppose I need to think more now. I refuse to find excuses for myself. And I hate people to question me. I guess I just need a little more push.







Anyway, Im fucking sick of being sick now. And I just cant control my emotions. Fuck.







I feel like banging the wall now.








Oh well. Let's do something concrete to save myself. Procrastination never works.

I was fucking sick the whole period. It just wasn't nice of you to ignore me. Honestly, I think this period is one of my down moments. I guess it'll be great my results turn out fine. I'm completely stranded there, pathetic. Seriously, it takes much more to encourage yourself.







I've seemed to have grown out of everything. I show no interest in anything at all. All these waiting has made me impatient. Don't let me have the idea of erasing anything at all. I'm no longer my usual self now.








Make good your promises. I hate to say goodbye.

I suppose you had a great time, you had better. =D





Although I couldn't learn how to power bowl, it was just insignificant to matter. It's just an excuse, I know. Those lovely pancakes were ruined in my hands, but I think you'll eat them clean, right? I had the most entertaining time at the arcade, though my back and limbs are starting to protest now. It's because I'm having fever.






My fever failed to subside from yesterday, and I burned up again when I started mugging. I coughed non-stop, damn fuck. I went back and slept, and the only ones who knew I was ill were my cousins, because they saw me popping panadol. Thanks for your panadol yea. The rest just thought I was tired from mugging. Until I started coughing simultaneously like a M16, did they knew I had cough only. The feeling of being sick is rather nice, but I just can't let go of my duties to mug.






I'm very sick here. Say something nice.

I'm utterly bored again. I think I'm sick, because my limbs are cold and my head is hot. I popped a panadol and continued mugging, which is wrong, but I'm feeling better now.





My cough is still pretty bad though. I'm getting so good at self-medication, that my mother doesn't know I'm ill. Haha. Anyway, don't learn. I did it for the dinner she was cooking. I hate porridge.






I think I'm sick, but I'm indeed sick. I hate coughs.

I'd rather explain than describe. It's my 200th post and I guess the text has evolved since the first time I started. I'm glad I changed. (:





Organising an event aint an easy thing, but I'm very happy to hear that the beneficiary is satisfied. I think that's the most crucial factor. =D At least 6 would be turning up, inclusive of you, I hope. Be nice and turn up. Too many questions makes you seem shallow. Ahahahaha. We'll bowl and eat and study. I'm a total mugger, so the plan has satisfied basically everyone's demands. Yea. My wonderful planning would assure your happiness, Ma. Excited?






I'll see everyone on Wednesday then.






The hormones would have ran dry after two years. Why is the feeling still here to stay then?