OMGGGGG my blog is mad rotten. Things havent picked up much, considering the fact that I haven't posted since a month before O level started and it's already a month after.
Intensified tuition before and now the world is ours to slack. I feel like looking for a job, but I guess it's my fault again I don't get up and do something. The holidays are draining fast like water being sucked from a basin. This sucks, my english isn't even as good as it once was since I've not been writing compos for a while.

I'am back on maple, which is- fun, since I've got little to do anyway. Seeing all my buddies get jobs put pressure on me as the urge to find one too increases, but then again, who says you gotta always follow the crowd :)

Miss wearing our school uniform. To think that I've worn the uniform till the navy blue lost the battle against the sun and bleached away to reveal a more resilient light blue underneath. 10 years of full Catholic education, holistic, no doubt, and breathing into every girl the values that's been grilled into us the very moment we stepped into IJ. Maybe what differentiates us is our unwavering determination, something I have yet to acquire. Nevertheless certain things remain untouched by outside circumstances, engraved into our very hearts and souls.

Speaking of school, Marcus and I were discussing the effects of being 'fake' just recently. Its a sudden realisation that what we define fake to be may not be what another determines it to be. For lack of a better term, anything, anyone that hides behind a facade is fake. Within the boundaries of our world, its not what we think is fake, its what others define fake. Inronically enough, you don't define fake. You need someone to do so for you.