Hold Me

Week 5 has begun. And the pace of life just seems to increase with each passing week - more work, more deadlines, more stress (which, like Melody said, is probably self-inflicted). I've gotten back my results today, and they're fairly alright, except a Band 3 for Chinese, where Mr Gan seems to constantly mock me. He gave me a 49, which is a mark away from a Band 2. So I now have to make do with a terrible Band 3 on my progress report. Arrgh.

I admit I'm close to breaking point already. This is just going to be another hectic week - essays to complete, debates to prepare for, races to train for - and life continues spinning out of control. Once again I feel like the gyre of life is spinning, accelerating beyond any known means of controlling and subduing it, and soon it will leave a trail of vapour in its wake. I think I'm losing my sense of security, and Jeann's right, it's time to get back to God.

There's no longer any time to think, to reflect, to ponder, to appreciate, to love.

I think the stressball (of sorts) Chermy gave me will be worn out by the end of the month. Oh, and I need to think of presents to get people. It's not easy to return the favour when someone spends quite a considerable sum of money on your birthday. I'm guessing it's close to...oh wait, people do read this. Well, I would think 3 digits. Seriously, on gifts and dinner.

Oh whatever. I'm not completing Lang Arts, for once in my life. Jo's right. There are more important things in life compared to academic grades and performances. I think I'm neglecting my personal well-being. I need my beauty sleep. I'm getting pimples. Oh my beautiful face...