Today, the time of my life.
Life isn’t about how perfect you achieved it, it’s about how much you do to help, to aid and to give support.
Only with other people, not alone, can we reach our goal, and realise our dream. It’s the common dream, that is most important.
Today my school celebrated Teacher’s Day and in the morning I had a performance. I sucked in the beginning and picked up better in the end.
Of course I was hell guilty and upset all over it. But as the day went on, things took a lovely turn.
I love that I’m class monitor, but the fact I love my class even more is true.
Without my class, without each loud and quiet and crazy and blur person, I
wouldn’t have this amazing blend of assorted smarties- 5SA3.
It’s the mid of May already. :) my midterms are over, and yesterday’s Add Maths Paper 2. Was. Exhilarating.
Hah, weirded out are you? The rush of pens battling against paper, like swords against steel. It’s not an exam, it’s a battlefield.
And that scene accurately depicts the exam hall during that paper.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Thank you world, for being so kind to me. For giving me friends to break my bones with, for air to breathe in every feeling I feel right now, June, aged 17.
I hope you reading this, you’ll see to those finer things in life, and appreciate them as they are. Like the whole pot of spaghetti Lee Xin and cooked, but didn’t get to taste (because it was finished in what five minutes? :) like my awesome Biology teacher who called my NAME and HUGGED me and told me she thought I was awesome. Like the wind that tickles my curly hair, a head apart from the sea of straight hair heads I’m in; like my friend Shan Hua who came to talk to me because she thought I was alone. :D haha.
I love you, my life.
(Source: kitkatkat18)
(Source: pantere)
woaah my photo on my dash :o
The cookies in the Justice Building from Mr Mellark’s POV.
Peeta cries until his eyes are sore. When I try to give him a bag of cookies I find in my pocket, he shakes his head and says; No, give them to Katniss. Something in my heart breaks. I can see myself in him, and that deep-rooted sort of love. Merciless, unshakable. The type that urges him to put her first, keep her happy. I had that years ago, with the mother of the girl he’s in love with. The frosting on the cookies is melting in palm, and I shift it from one hand to the other. I hug my dearest son goodbye, and walk away. My stomach aches on the way to Katniss’ room, and I see her mother standing just outside the door, with her youngest daughter clutching at her unresponsive arms. I say something but she doesn’t hear me; her eyes are blank, numb. I realise that she can’t do this on her own, not without Katniss. And despite what may have happened in the past, I don’t plan to let her.
It’s the time again…
With my ears on shuffle
My eyes on mathematics
Alex Goot sings and his voice brings
The flooded memories of You.
(Source: inlovewiththerain)
