I'll be back.

I'm just tired. Will be back soon enough.

The end of faith.

She kept as still as she could, trying her best not to breathe. She waited and listened. She heard a creak, he was back. She heard a slam, he was getting angry. She heard grunts, he was getting frustrated. She heard crashes, he was losing his patience. All of a sudden the closet burst with light. Faith's body responded and her eyes shut, trying to protect itself. But she forced them open, she had to see where she was going. A calloused hand grabbed her arm, and with a violent tug she was out of the closet. Gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes, she grimaced herself for the pain. She heard a swoop and her jaw imploded with pain. But before she could open her eyes, he struck again. And again. And again. For 13 times. She slumped to the ground. He was shouting at her, hurling insults, calling her a whore. He picked her up by a fistful of her hair, and struck his weathered hands across her cheek. Again, and again. For 13 times. He kicked her stomach. Again and again. For 13 times. And he left her to fester in the closet. For 12 days she sat there, living on a pack of stale graham crackers and bottles of expired juice. She got sad. And then she got frustrated. And on the 12th day she got angry. On the 13th day, she got up, and left the closet. Her lungs filled with fresh air, and she filled with drive. He was shouting at her again. Yelling obscenities. She didn't care. She made a beeline for the kitchen, grabbed a chopper and charged towards him. It took 13 seconds to tackle him to the ground. She rose the chopper and struck it on his shoulder. She hacked and hacked his face and neck. For 13 times. After 13 minutes she was done, and he was lifeless. She cackled, and cackled and cackled. She was Faith, but she had lost faith long ago. Oh the irony. And now it was time, to lose faith. Forever. She hummed a tune and went to the kitchen. Perched herself on the window sill, 13 floors above ground and dangled her feet in the air. And then, she let go. And Faith was lost. Forever.

It takes faith and a whole lot more.

I typed, backspaced and retyped.

Trying to figure out how I feel.. And I don't know you know.

I wanted to cry, so badly. For every reason and no reason. And then I got angry. I got angry that people were happy, and I wasn't. And everything went wrong. Ann pissed me off by behaving like a bitch on heat and ditching us girls. But that's fine now considering I told her what I felt. And then Ben Loh called me fat accidentally. Oh and I had to endure hours of endless GP. I'm frustrated with today. I just am and I want it to end. I want to inhale gallons of water till my body is derived of oxygen and shuts down. I don't know why I always feel sad for no reason. And as much as I look at the clover to remind myself to stay alive, I find it so, so hard.

I hope it's a phase.


I probably am not in a good mood to write today. Sorry.

Getting my life back on track.

Hai I know I'm supposed to be @ my new blog but I'm too lazy to sort out my counter and nuffnang so yes. I'm still here.

Millennia is run exactly like a JC. So FML it's tiring. For some weird, unapparent reason I like to refer to MI as Millennia instead of MI. But yea ok. HEARD THE INSTITUTE SONG FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY ENTIRE LIFE AND IT SOUNDED LIKE SOME COMMERCIAL SONG; "SHENGSIONG QUAN SHI WEI LE NIIIIIIIIII!~" something like that.

This is the institute song, solely based on my my memory and nothing more.

"-Cheerytunes- WE WILL NOT FALTER. -Morecheerytunes- WE WILL NOT FALTER. -Evenmorecheerytunes- WE BRING GLORY TO MILLENNIAAAAAAAAAAAA -Continueandrepeat-"

Yeah, pretty bad. So far I've only made 2 friends. EAT THAT YAP KAY HIAN. Jonathan who lives @ anchorvale and knows cher and ze. And Eugene. Who's from SGSS. Nope, no girl friends. No, idea, why. There's this guy I'd like very much to know but I'm too shy to even try. So yea, serves me right?... Found out my sweetheart sylvia's in Millennia too! But she's in like friggin year 2. :(

Right now facebook camping snickering at friends who have recently joined and written the following groups and or statuses.

• I WANT MY STUDENT BUS/MRT FARE BACK.
• PETITION AGAINST HIGH BUS FARES FOR POLY STUDENTS.
• February started out a bitch! I wont get my pay until end of this month, must pay adult ez link fare, I need to work on Valentines....!!!!!!! THIS SUX!!!!!!!
• WTH I DIDNT KNOW THAT TODAY NEEDED TO PAY ADULT FARE FOR EZ LINK CARD! COST ME 3 TIMES AS MUCH AS PREVIOUS!!!!!! WELL BTW MY EX(THE THAI GHOST MOVIE) IS EXTREMELY SCARY! A MUST WATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
• no more Student Fare! ):

HAHA YOU MUDABITCHES I AM STILL PAYING 45CENTS. BOOYEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. AND I HAZ HYBRID CONCESSION. >:P But yea ok anw, there are way more entertaining ones but I can't be arsed to look for them.

Bought my uniform already! And it's with the tailor getting shortened. :)

Orientation still on tmr, so I guess I've to go to bed early. Night sexy.


XOXO,
YOUR MUM.

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Just kidding.

XOXO,
Simone. ;)

Blessed.

FUCKYEAHMILLENNIA.

I MADE IT I MADE IT I MADE IT.

Can you say awesome?! Sidenote, moving onto new blog later tonight. I've decided not to import my entries and start afresh there. This blog'd still be here for your and my viewing pleasure. :)

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Like Gan Ru Jun I'm going to change my url. I'd dump the link here once I'm done settling everything there. Which'd take me about a week, just in time for Millennia.

Awesum. I'd write more tomorrow, bushed now and gotta be in town by 9 tomorrow. FML. So yes, I'm going to bed early for once. =)

Busy,

Trying to stay alive.
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