I was determined to go through all the concepts of the topics tested in this coming Monday's FFA by tonight. But all these determination disappeared the moment my mother decided to have a quarrel with me because of my distant relatives in China. Sometimes, I really don't understand what is my mother thinking. She knows that I'm someone who don't bother to pretend to be nice to people who I dislike. Since she knows I dislike my distant cousins in China who recently came to Singapore to study, she should know that there is no point forcing me to interact with them when evidently, I would definitely not be to click with them. I don't even understand what are they talking about. Come on, they speak English as if it is the weirdest thing while they speak Chinese in such a slang which I am unable to comprehend. Besides, they like to talk among themselves. So, I don't see a point in trying to fit in with them.

Forget it. At the age of 40, women will start having signs of menopause. These signs include being unreasonable, throwing tandrums, making a big fuss over a small issue and having nothing better to do but to pick a quarrel with their family members. Of course, my mother is no exception. Hopefully, I would not follow her footsteps in 24 years' time.

Honestly, I don't even remember taking this picture with Andrea until I saw it on her facebook profile picture album. I guess, those were the good, old days when the both of us were always just there. I really miss those times when we were so near each other. For the lower secondary school years, we were in the same class. For the upper secondary school years, we were only a class or two away from each other. We were never that far away. Right now, though we are currently studying in the same school, we are in different faculties. That makes meeting up occasionally for a meal to do some catching up feels impossible.

It's okay, I'm looking forward to this Saturday's lunch at River City Restaurant. (:

Go ahead and tell me my dreams are unrealistic.
I'll just tell you that yours aren't big enough.

What is the best thing about talking over the Internet? Nobody can see you cry, nobody can see that pathetic side of you, nobody can tell you how ugly you look when you cry. I don't know how to describe the amount of guilt I have been feeling over this issue. Neither do I know how to describe how much I did not mean to do all the things that I've done.