of scratchy throats and dustballs

i haven't posted in a long time. so much that i forgot my password.

the chatterbox has gone nuts. bah!

currently packing my room in a miserable attempt to make a more habitable studying environment. dustballs are flying everywhere!

woke up this morning with this terrible feeling in my throat. the whole day has been a mixture of strepsils and water (lots and lots of water!). i have this irritating tendency to develop a fever when i have a sore throat. probably why mum already gave me money to see a doctor just in case. of all the times to be on the verge of falling ill!

rmun was a very...trying event. if i tilted my head to the side, my brain juice would just leak out. all the chim language and the "backstabbing"...really made me realise that politics is just not my thing (: but i made good friends.

the big guzheng performance is over! it was enjoyable...to a certain extent. but i'm quite glad it's over. being in the midst of 99 other guzheng-ers was something akin to rmun. except that in rmun, everyone was more polite to everyone else. some things that are not said are just blatantly obvious, no?

daryl has gone for camp. the whole house is a lot quieter. the poor kid is so lonely (: maybe i'll bring him downstairs later.

change is a very scary thing.

Hashiri-tsuzukenakereba mirai wa nai
Tsukisusume tobira no mukou e
If we don't continue to run, there is no future
So move foward, beyond the door
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