Oh... Weak...

So weak from O week. Tired I am. Learning to accept things as they are. Just saw a very sad documentary about a guy that was wrongfully sent to prison for 20 plus years. That’s super sad right? I am just reaching 22. I cannot imagine if that were to happen to me. Taking things in perspective, I think my life is much better.

National Day is coming soon. Losing my touch in blogging. I guess you all have eyes too see for yourself. Work, readings, studies are all coming back. Blogging seems to be rather off from me. Dropping in my writings too. Less poems, less quirky lines, less writings for my book. Less organization for my writings as well. Making not much sense in paragraphs, but only each sentence as apiece.

O week is fun, just that I feel too old for it. At least I am high enough to upkeep their standards. I think I am doing well in O week. I am making new friends, but its never the same as compared to when I was still a freshie. No offence to this batch of O week planners. Just that things are always better when they are fresh (haha.. I am so lame!!!) It me that’s stale, so they should not be offended at all, haha…

Hair is growing long n well. In lieu time, I can wear hair band already. Then, after that phase, I can tie up my hair!!!! Thinking of blue, but I think it really damages my hair to bleach and dye blue.

I flow like a rushing river, swift and unpredicted. I am forceful, yet undetectable, unforgiving, yet adapting. I am strong, ever flowing, alive.