dear diary,

if all this were meant to turn to hate, then what was loved?

byee.

i really need to buck up on my fcuking studies that are getting harder and harder by the slowing yet fast days. not forgetting the non-academic events like SYF & speech day which literally killing my sleeping time. gawd damn it for the long freaking hours of standing and barely could steal time to sit and rest. what's more with full dress next mon, followed by SYF on wed and the grand even of 7th annual speech day on fri. all happening next week. mon, wed & fri. wow. & having to perfect the dance moves during the mass display is really a tough thing to do. since everyone don't really know when to move forward and stuffs. nevertheless, the dance step are rocking cool baybeh. some sort.

& if it was really wrong to use the term actions speak louder than words, i guess nothing will ever suit the missing title of whatever is happening. reverse psychology. nahuh. & for my eyes do play tricks on what i see at times. [note: don't think dirty]