A year more to go…
This was written on Nov the 20th 2005, Sunday….
The break ends a week ago. Classes have started. How I yearn for more holidays. I found this program has become more and more dreadful. How worse can it be? I don’t want to imagine that.
A year more to go.
I should have started a countdown. No, it will only increase my crave for leaving this place. I just hope our sponsor will pass the proposal on shortening this preparatory program to just until mid next year. We can apply for July intake.
I just want a break. I believe a year will pass without me really noticing it. Just like this 2005 year. Just like my form 5 year. Just like all my years in secondary school… Just like the years of my whole life.
Yesterday I had a really bad PMS day. I didn’t eat anything but ‘baulu’ (Malay traditional kueh). I rarely came out from my room. I spent most of my time watching cds. I managed to finish my homework, though. I hate PMS. My housemates didn’t have the courage to ask me anything because they saw my moody face. I hate PMS.
I went through all my writings that I wrote since form 1 and I cried. I felt depressed over nothing. (Okay, maybe not nothing, but just little little things.) I hate PMS.
I hate PMS. If I didn’t swallow 8 tablets of paracetamol yesterday, I’d have thrown up and screamed all day.
I’m afraid I’ll suffer from kidney failure when I am 40, you know. Because of large consumption of pills every single month without fail. But I cannot help it. Urgh, I hate PMS.
It’s not like by repeating ‘I hate PMS’, I won’t have it ever again… duh!
A year more to go…
