And if I listen to, the sound of white,
sometimes I hear your smile, and breath your light.
Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white ..
You're my mystery. One mystery. My mystery. One mystery.

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Continuous maths problems can really turn one's brain to mush. Especially if they're specialist problems, and involve vectors. Don't have much of a choice though, spec SAC on Thursday on pure vectors. Ms. Kimberley was even bothered to let us know there would be a vector proof in it. So kind eh? -_-" Tomorrow will therefore be dedicated to chem revision, as my first SAC on Monday will be on equilibrium. Pfft. I hate these "SAC" things.

Next weekend is church camp. It goes from Friday afternoon all the way to Sunday afternoon+. My mum, who just happens to be the coordinator, seems really adamant about everyone going for it. Problem is, I will have, as usual, shitloads of homework/studying to do, which gets a little difficult to tackle, especially in a place where there probably isn't even internet access. Worst of all, I hope they aren't depending on me to do projection for the camp... I don't have the intention of going, but that will inevitably depend on what my parents decide to enforce. Whatever, Your will be done.

Homesickness probably isn't an concept that many are familiar with, in the true sense of the word. Coping with it is even harder. Especially after you have learned to forget, and then life decides to slam it back into your face again. However, I'm not going to forget anymore. I think I noticed something special when life decided to slam it back into my face this time.

More news tomorrow.

Wish upon a shooting star.


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