Like seriously, I always follow this policy. But it doesn't always seem to work. :(

Ok. Hello blogworld...

I know I have been like really really slacking away these past few weeks...

So, it's really time for a change!

I swore to go to MJ right..

But time just keeps ticking away like a bomb... Why is it so hard to manage my time properly?? I seriously don't know why. But of course, always blaming it on Art is not the best thing to do. It's like, I chose this subject right? Since I'm incompetent the only thing/person I can blame is myself.

But then, sometimes I just feel so sO SO tired. Until I feel like just dropping everything and go back to reading mangas. Become an introvert again...

It's so tiring, but I know I must press on 'cause.. of everything that  needs to be done.. I really just can't wait to grow up. Grow up to become an adult.. So that I can have the ability to feel secure myself without relying on others.. Sigh. The wait is just too long. :(

Anyway, I'm gonna start writing my blog posts in 3rd person form already. Because it is good training for my writing, and also more fun and interesting to write out. XD

Ok.So today was considered a "Black Day" for Vivi, basically because of 2 reasons.
 1. She couldn't find her yellow rubber band, her Good Luck Band.
2. She had to wear her purple rubber band, her Bad Day Band instead.

Yes. Wearing her "Bad Day Band" on a FRIDAY where it was supposed to be full of cheeriness and happiness, including partying after Art, ultimately led to her downfall.


Part 1
Vivi could feel it in her bones, in her every sinews the moment she stepped into the stuffy classroom. Her "Good Mornings" went unheard. All one could hear was the occasional 'clak clak' of pens as a classmate furiously scribbled down answers to questions left undone the day before. She shuffled to her seat with a deliberate slowness, and realised to her disdain that her dear "Panama" country eraser was missing. She had put it on her table edge only just yesterday. How it had gone missing she could not tell. However, the small bits of cut-up eraser strewn around the whole classroom would provide some clues as to the fate of "Panama" , as she would find out later, to her shock and horror, with cursings along the way. She felt like it was only a split second after she had put down her bag, when the morning bell for assembly echoed through the loudspeakers in the class. She groaned. Another tiring day had started...  (Part 2 to be continued)

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Meh. I'm sick and tired of giving in already. Why can't anybody give in to me for once? Like REALly give in.
I think I'm gonna have to learn to say "No." It's the best way out sometimes... Especially when you are around people who take advantage of you without you knowing. It's a scary thought to have... and  a scary world.

Call me dumb stupid innocent naive but my views won't change no matter what.

Sigh... A tiring day.

Love, V