a hundred and eleven

Ok, people!

I'm gonna be changing my blog address soon. I'm not quite done with the new version yet, but it's coming.
I think I'm ready for a little change.

January was exhausting and frustrating. February was tiring, too, but less so. I think February was a little better. I say was, because I'm ready for March, too. Let's just get all the necessary dirty work done and over with.

I've had to do a lot, both as a student and as a prefect. I know it's not as much work as other people's, but it's still a little more than I'm used to, and it's sometimes quite a struggle. But I feel smarter for it, and stronger, if not a little jaded as well. Hah, I don't trust the authorities anymore.

Yesterday I've had Maulid. Today and tomorrow, I have camp. I don't know why I keep signing up for things. I just do. I know I'm probably gonna end up tired, and I'm probably gonna suffer a little for it, but again: I just want to try something new.

One thing I'm definitely not signing up for, though, is Bahas 4PM. I don't care how much they beg, this is the one thing they can't make me do. I hate it when they say, "But you can do it, Dee, we know you can!" Um, I think I know myself better than you do, thank you very much. You can push me around, but even I have my limits. And I draw the line at speaking in proper Malay in public. Take that!