#25: Quite a week

It's been a long time since my personal life post being posted.

Well, for me, the past week was quite a week.

After being sick from last Thursday, and got well by Saturday, the week from there is......quite hard to comment.

On Thursday, I actually let the cat out of the bag, telling the Moral teacher what had gone in the class, and got 'reprimanded' by one of the people involved.

Is it wrong to report? Aren't people should be responsible for their actions?

Never mind.

Wednesday was Sukan Tara, and many house's marchers thought there was no practice after sukan tara, so most of them left, only 5 of us stayed back. And not much could be done, because over 70% of the people is not present, so what's the point of practicing. Anyway, we did advance in some of the choreography.

And the other days was, just the other days.

However, on Monday there was some discovery, and all thanks to Ser Lyn.

Well, I think that's it. And why I have just written short is mainly because, every day looks normal to me, though I constantly reminding myself everyday is a different story.

And yes, it is practically, just that the rhythm of normal life is so common and get-used, it feels like each day is just another day. But the small things and details made each day unique and special, and it is up to us to realise and observe them, to make each day a special day.

Now, I feel quite sentimental. It must be me listening to Dido while writing this post. And I'm not listening to hit singles like "Thank You", or "Don't Believe in Love", or "White Flag". It is those songs that could not be heard from radio, but from each album. Those little songs, those songs that regarded as decorations for hit singles in an album.

And Dido's songs are sentimental and sad, especially these type of songs.

Each morning in school, I would have to walk uphill from the Reading Corner to the Assembly Ground, and the sunrise glow behind the Blok D makes me feel so spiritual, and feels like a day has born.