Pull back the shield between us, and I'll kiss you,
Drop your defenses and come, into my arms.
I'm all for believing, I'm all for believing.

I'm all for believing, if you can reveal, the true colours within,
And say you will be there for me to hold,
When the faith grows old (I'm all for believing)
And life turns cold, (I'm all for believing)
When the faith grows old, (I'm all for believing) and life turns cold.

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I cannot be bothered anymore. I think everyone kind of feels this way, especially those of us with mid-years. All burnt out, but school isn't over. This system sucks. Holidays are way overdue, can't even focus on studies anymore, simply too burnt out.

What's more, I have a debate on tomorrow. Yeah, PERFECT timing. Given I haven't gone for the last 3(?) because of Uni, I kind of feel that I have an obligation to fulfil, sort of. And mum insisted (made a statement then forced me into submission) on coming. Which sucks. I can't do anything right when my parents are watching. Its like a guarantee to screw me over (which I didn't fail to point out. Repeatedly).

Oh well, nothing for it. Just got to waste 7 hours in school waiting for the debate to start, then screwing it up, followed by the Chem SAC the following day. I love this week.

My only motivation is the fact that somewhere far away there are people working incredibly hard, currently sitting their mid-years. People I care about. Yes, and probably "loving" this week more than I am. Stay strong, one week left =)

Enter Dad, me

Dad: "blah blah _____ blah"
me: "..."
Dad: "blah blah blahhhhhh _________"
me: "Bu-"
Dad: "BLAH blah blah blah! ________!"

Exit Dad

me: "To be or not to be: that is the question; Whether 'tis..."

10 minutes later...

me: "...fly to others that we know not of?"

I collapse dramatically.

Exit me on a stretcher.

Damn, dad really knows how to get to people. I will resist.

Good night.

To be there for you.


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