The dark grey clouds, pregnant with contained rain, cover every square inch of sky, and the overcast sky looms over the uneven horizon. Ominous, dangerous. The wind is a fierce gale, sending the leaves dancing to its frenzied tune, and it whips my hair across my face, and raises goosebumps on my skin.

The thunderstorms seem to reflect the past week. It must have been one of the worst weeks. Perhaps the worst week. Bad things just come one after another. And to top it off, it's been so rainy all of a sudden. Maybe this sounds stupid, but I think every single bad thing that happened this week has something to do with the divine being(s) up there. It is just very uncommon for so many bad things to happen within one single week.

My problems are so frivolous and trivial compared to what some other people face. I loathe that my problems are even problems, that I don't even wish to talk about them. And I hate the feeling of helplessness that I get whenever something happens and I can't do anything. But... I might not be able to comfort you much or say the right things, but if you want, I can be your listening ear and you can just talk everything out. I won't even say a word if you don't want me to. This goes out to all my friends.

Am utterly disinclined to go back to school tomorrow to retake the MCQ test for Economics. I am such an imbecile. Why on earth did I get 12/20 and not 13/20?! Okay, I probably should be saying, "Why didn't I work harder and score 15/20?!" or something along those lines, but seriously, just one more mark and I wouldn't need to go back to school!! Argh!

I cannot decide if what Mr. Kwek is doing is right or not, by placing so much emphasis on studies. Again, this might sound ridiculous, as after all, you go to a junior college to take A Levels and do well, right? But the pressure right now is really ridiculous. The stress and everything, its scary. I guess it pushes us to study, but if its at the expense of our welfare, then its not that good anymore.

I really cannot see anything fulfilling in my life anymore. I constantly have to find things to get me in a state of semi-excitement, e.g. gushing over Jungle Boy. And even then, I don't really care about him. Today, we watched a documentary during GP, about gene therapy. Those people are doing something meaningful. They're saving lives, researching on diseases. And what the heck am I doing? I'm just doing nothing. I'm stagnating. Sure, I'm studying, I'm playing basketball... but other than that, I don't do anything.

I don't mean to sound philosophical, but the past week has just made me question, what is life? Why are we made to go through such trials and tribulations? Why the fuck are those suicide bombers throwing their lives away when elsewhere in Africa, millions of people are struggling to stay alive? Who the hell gave people the right to kill others and slash them repeatedly? Why do certain people lament about their lives and think they are so pitiful when they have no idea how cruel life can be? Why are they living in their stupid well, thinking their lives are miserable when it is nothing compared to what others go through? I hate it. And I cannot understand why bad things always happen to the good people.

My brother is afflicted with some kind of rash on his entire body, even his face. I hope he gets well soon.