My mojo's gone.
As we slowly shove all the hullabaloo of a loooong and difficult week aside, we welcome another hopeful weekend. TRUST ME, u don't wanna know hw my recent days had been.
Painful is an understatement, ok lets don't go there. BUTTT school was unusually slackish this week (yippeee!) - which is definitely
a looker. Literally, everyone's in an early holidays mood alredy, no shocker there. And dearly facis were starting to loosen up quite abit alredy which is absolutely swweeeettt! Esp my ever-favourite, Mr SMJ! And now, I'm carefully spending my next remaining days with my lovely W26Q before reality strikes; and farewell sets in. Cry me a bucket, everyone.
Now, i'm exhausted and dizzy as hell because i've no sleep, yet watching perky cooking shows on telly at 1 plus in the morning. How exciting. When will i quit. *Sigh.
i hope there's always a sunshine after the rain. a heal after a pain. and a lesson after a slip-up. i guess even tho i'm only (always) capable of giving 101 excuses to surrender, i meant what i said that regret has sank me in. tho i can't change the fact that i was a heartless mortal once, now it only begin to really open up my eyes and see how deep i had fallen, how distant a torching light was from me. i didn't realise how mighty the thickest of blood could be. u were beyond water, yet u were my survival. u brought in dad into the world which was really magical. and when it's too late for me to realize, you're alredy gone. several years already passed, i still noe, losing u is my biggest punishment yet.
i miss you, i miss all my grandparents. (if only, humans were.. using their heads relatively more... )