ANNE: Did I tell you, my aunt's pregnant?
DEEN: HOW COME?
HAHAHA. Oh my gosh. That's a really dumb question.

First week of holidays are gone, which leaves us with only 8 weeks of holidays now. I only went out once, and on top of that, it wasn't even actual going out. It was meant to be lunch, but we decided to walk around. And that was it. Another whole week of school next week, which is really devastating, because I thought it was the school holidays already. But, I don't think I should be complaining, on account that I would be having a solid one month holiday.

Basically, the whole week was rather stressful. You read me, stressful. Next year might just be a nightmare, but it might be like this year. A year where I actually learn more, and grow more. (Apparently not growing vertically) What scares me most is, the O Levels. I know I know I know. "Anne, it's a year away." A year isn't that long if you realise. Before you know it, we're the ones in the hall, waiting for the teacher to come to our table, place that horrifying booklet, with tons of questions, that may just beat me hands up and down. It's scarier reading NatKoh's blog, where she said that she heard the BIOLOGY Paper and Literature Paper was difficult. Before we know it, we're seating in the hall, with our classmates, one by one, going up to our form teachers, (guess who's mine?!) and collecting our O Level results. I think they should have the paramedics there, just in case. It's either I jump in joy or fall down on my knees in tears. And the difference can only be made by, what I dread, yet what I enjoy sometimes, STUDYING. Oh boy.

I was talking to my parents about what I would want to be when I grow up, the other day. I think my dad wants to be my manager. HAHAHA. And I realised how much my dream have grown. To be honest, I cried when I learnt about the 3 molars with holes, because I thought that was the end of my career. Like, just because of 3 damn molars with holes. Because I was thinking that no one would hire me because I have filled up molars. On top of that, they were the last on the 3 corners. And no one would actually see it, unless I showed it to them. My dad wants to sign me up for Public Speaking Courses, Dance Class, and Singing Lessons. I know, that's a whole damn lot for someone taking O' Levels next year. I think he's really into it. And he starts listing out schools, academy's or what have you, that provides Mass Communication Course. I don't think it would be that easy actually. I mean, sure it would be fun, but what would people think of you can be quite a challenge.


I think I'm thinking a lot about the future. It's quite fun actually, but don't let your imagination run too wild.