I just woke up from a nap I had 11 minutes ago, still kinda pissed that someone off the fan when I was sleeping, so I was like very hot and sweating. Bloody hell.
So today, Sports Day, for my school that is, was okay I guess. I study my chinese there for a while, then eat some gum sweets, read 81 pages from a thick book tittled " amulet of samarkan", and pick litter. The last one is because of my house got last place. *sigh*
This week was , say, okay. Though I fail my Sets test, and think would flunk my chinese and physics tests. At least there's Geography.Well, actually I don't know what to write. haha~ Lets try something else in the next paragraph.
Life is never a flat piece of land. There's always mountains and valleys. Jungles that you can explore. Different skies you could look at. Life is full of suprises. When you start to feel that life is going to be boring, there's always something that would catch your attention, arouse the curiosity inside you, making you ask questions and then ask yourself this question "What the hell is wrong with my life?"
The thing is, when one feels that the four wall around are closing in, and is desperately trying to find a way not to die of broken ribs and ruptured lungs, one would will feel abandon and that hope lingers no more. All fails.
Then some people come along. Hold out a hand. You grabbed without hesitation. Rescued, safe and out of the miserable four-sided-room-capable-of-murderous-actions. The people that helped you. Some familar. Others...identity not known to you, yet they helped. They know they could have fallen inside too if they made a mistake. The risk was there. But they didn't care anyway.They helped with no motives except to save another, to help one out of troubles. Troubles that are killing you from the inside.
