Hey Loves,

Gratefulness is the key to a happy life that we hold in our hands.

Three days of battle has passed and I am glad to say that I am still in one piece. Although History almost broke whatever I still have left in me, I still managed to pick up the tiny pieces and moved on. And that's what I'm currently doing, moving on. What's done is done. God knows what's best for me and if He thinks that I should fail in order to succeed, then be it. I have given my best, although my best is not that much. Contrary to popular belief, I am actually pretty calm right now. In fact, I think most of us are at ease at the mo', since we have parted ways with History. The next paper would only be on Monday, so I can take this two days off to relax my brain. Fret not, some brain drilling sessions will be thrown in between, of course. On a different note, that would be eight papers down, fifteen left to endure. Time really do fly, si? The next thing I know, I would probably be behind my wheels, cruising along the highway, SPM being the least of my concern. That'll be the day, ah yes.

I think I might have been struck by the SPM curse (not that there are any). The night before it all begun was a total nightmare. I vomited twice and my tummy hurt like friggin' hell. Mom gave me a total of six jabs and I was put on drip the rest of the night. So I pretty much had only two hours of shut eye. But luckily, all was good the next day. But not for long. I'm currently suffering from an allergic reaction. God forbid, I look like I've been abused, I kid you not! As far as I'm concerned, I'm not allergic to anything. Which makes everything slightly odd. Maybe I've been put on a test by God, who knows. If that is so, I shall endure all of this with grave patience then :)


Till then, Hearts ♥

Hey Loves,

Gratefulness is the key to a happy life that we hold in our hands.

Three days of battle has passed and I am glad to say that I am still in one piece. Although History almost broke whatever I still have left in me, I still managed to pick up the tiny pieces and moved on. And that's what I'm currently doing, moving on. What's done is done. God knows what's best for me and if He thinks that I should fail in order to succeed, then be it. I have given my best, although my best is not that much. Contrary to popular belief, I am actually pretty calm right now. In fact, I think most of us are at ease at the mo', since we have parted ways with History. The next paper would only be on Monday, so I can take this two days off to relax my brain. Fret not, some brain drilling sessions will be thrown in between, of course. On a different note, that would be eight papers down, fifteen left to endure. Time really do fly, si? The next thing I know, I would probably be behind my wheels, cruising along the highway, SPM being the least of my concern. That'll be the day, ah yes.

I think I might have been struck by the SPM curse (not that there are any). The night before it all begun was a total nightmare. I vomited twice and my tummy hurt like friggin' hell. Mom gave me a total of six jabs and I was put on drip the rest of the night. So I pretty much had only two hours of shut eye. But luckily, all was good the next day. But not for long. I'm currently suffering from an allergic reaction. God forbid, I look like I've been abused, I kid you not! As far as I'm concerned, I'm not allergic to anything. Which makes everything slightly odd. Maybe I've been put on a test by God, who knows. If that is so, I shall endure all of this with grave patience then :)


Till then, Hearts ♥