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YES! FREEDOM!

I think school is great because it teaches you to appreciate the rare off days that you don't have any work due. No classes. No need to go to school. No assignments due in the next 3 days. No readings to be done in the next 4 days. No projects due in the next 5 days. Its a kind of paradise after the hectic mess that was Week 6 and 7, what with me falling ill with flu AND food poisoning. There were presentations, tests, classes, assignments due... All over until another week. Recess week is for stocking up on sleep, buying time and trying to prevent fires instead of the usual fire fighting. After 2 semesters in school, I already know that time will pass way to fast during recess and I'll soon be running in my school life cycle treadmill again. Nevertheless, its good to be able to sleep well knowing that you don't have to run after the bus and chase elusive deadlines and trudge your sorry way to school come rain or shine or flooding.

I need to cut my hair. The ends look like dried grass. Brown. And dry. Dried grass. Its kinda kinky as well because of all the knots I've gotten into it. My hair is rebonded, so any knots in my hair are stuck permanently as kinks. Only way to remove kinks is to cut. And I really do want to cut. Its at a length that it keeps getting caught with my bag, that I accidentally pull it when I wake up in the morning, that I accidentally slap people behind me when I turn my head, that is super heavy when wet, that some idiots can easily grab and mess up (as if they are still in primary school), that take forever for me to wash in the shower... I think its quite obvious that it is starting to get on my nerves. I have very little patience for the inconveniences of life. And my hair is doing nothing but adding to it. I need it long to finish up my photoshoot, but the way its growing out and the way its annoying me? If my mood hits and I'm not careful I'm just going to hack it off. I can imagine the headache its going to cause, so I think I'm just going to trim it a wee bit before it gets out of hand. Maybe tomorrow. Just a bit shorter. Give my neck a bit of a rest.

So many things happening over the next few days. Long awaited shopping trip with StarF. Birthday party of my granny and a friend. I want to start on my costume. Spray painting. Anything and everything but hitting the books. I need a break and I'm going to give myself the break. Of course I'm going to sleep more too. My poor body has not have the time to rest and recuperate. This gal needs about an average of 8 hours to be happy. Anything less than that and all the symptoms of stress starts to accumulate. Sure I still function fine, just that I am not at my peak? Needs rest. Rest~

Oh yeah. There was someone who seriously pissed me off. Lets call this person A for the sake of protecting those who are still nice and kind and innocent and unaware of the stinking bitch she is. I mean, she's not the kind of person that those will use the 5 letter word to describe, but she really is one. Underneath that cute-sy and slightly blur facade is one conniving hell of a pest. I don't usually defame people on my blog to such an extent, so she really is something for me to just go all out. She doesn't read this blog, and has never known about this blog and is likely to NEVER get to know about this from me. I used to think she was okay. Used to be okay with her. But the more I see how she does things, I can't help but think she's really a super BITCH. The things she says of others smacks of hypocrisy. Jealous, possessive, two-faced, rude, unkind... She's really smart and nice to the people she likes, so most don't realise what a horrible person she is. She's nice to me so far, but the way she is constantly complaining about others and bitching about them makes me seriously wonder about the awful things she might be saying behind my back. I'm not her best friend. She's not my best friend. We've known each other for barely a year. We've hardly worked together. And yet all the stuff she tells me about others are bordering on private. I wouldn't tell a mere acquaintance about intimate details in a friend's relationship. I wouldn't ask for special favours from an acquaintance. Its almost shameless how she tries to make use of others, and thinks I'll just go along with her. And everyone falls for that girl-next-door smile and happy laugh.

Someone help me find the person I was, the person who believed in righteousness, justice, love and truth. I can't find her anymore. Its not darkness. Its chaos. In the noise and colours and the mess of everyday, where did my true self go?

"Happy Children's Day"