The weeks come and go. Pleasant things drift past, and unpleasant things slowly tail them. It's amazing how life can never be perfect, or even, somewhat perfect. There'll always be that black dot amongst the perfection, and that in turn would lead to its imperfection. Why am I always looking for that one perfect life, when I know it'll never come. Hope, or simple foolishness? The stubborness to face reality maybe. Or I'll simply blame Disney for giving me hope that happy endings actually might exist.

Despite that paragraph, I daresay I'm pretty contented with life as it is now. Yet, dark clouds loom ahead and I can't stop to smell the flowers or admire the sun's golden rays that envelope me now. I can't help but sigh that today's blessings might become history tomorrow. The tyrant is waiting to wield his terror. Simple fact is that I have to stay calm and try to avert the disaster, but as always, it's easier said then done. I'm gonna have to do this carefully, one wrong step and everything's going to fall through.

Life now revolves around books, Catan, the choir and the dentist. Haha, yes the last one. It's been a painful and uncomfortable experience so far, but I guess I made the choice and I'm going to live with it for the next year. The only thing that bothers me is how I've been losing touch with other groups of friends other than the choir. The VS boys, Glen... just to name a few. I feel pretty bad, and I feel it's my fault for not managing my time well. I need to work my way around this, I don't want to sacrifice anything for something else!

I'm in a web of confusion.