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Monday, 2 February 2009

Alright, I can't hold my excitement now that I am edging closer to the end of school in Ngee Ann.

Ironically,
my mood was a little sombre but I managed to heave myself out of bed this morning. It might have been a whole of thirty minutes since my thoughts juggled with the pleasures and perils of this change.There's always this familiar unspoken sentence hung between the reflection on the mirror and myself: why fear of witnessing this creeping confidence dissipated in uncertainty?

At times my words tumbled out manically, compulsively. Often, I am sure the first few words spat out hurriedly without much breath or premeditation. That doesn't make any sense, does it?

They say or I say that these are all of life in its noisy tumble.