The picture you see here is (from L to R) Myself, Fiona and Laurent.

Life has added onto itself a layer of bleakness and it is getting depressive by the minute. Sometimes I find myself lethargic not wanting to do anything yet the better part of me wills me to sit in front of my study table to open a book. This vicious-cycle replays itself ever since CT ended. I thought to myself nevertheless for this imbercile attitude and realized that this is just my moment in life. The prospect of the adverse result I will be receiving on Friday and Monday seems to get the better of me. I am paralyzed with unknowingness and the terms I must come to agreement with - get over it!

I have been plague with a structural disease - school. Every morning for me is like a sparrow flying into the hunters cage. Unwillingly. I often stare out of the window from my tutorial room and found myself impatiently waiting for the time where i could spread my wings and fly out to somewhere I can find solace in. School is where I should find joy studying in but apparently school is like a battlefield against liberty. Trapped! The simplest most basics of freedom is being oppressed by meticulous and mindful people and this is a bond no human can escape. I am bonded to a place I thought was beneficial but no, they lack balls. I understand and empathise with those that lack a voice like me.

A voice the school publicly gave us but the beneath the facade of pretentious goodness, they are a kelptocratic organisation that take away your soul menancingly. This should not be the way you nurture a turning 20 adult. Wait. This is how you usually treat even the 21 years old adult. Status apart. You are taking away a person's dignity. Isn't this how the society is at large?

I am a bird that's caged. I am a bird that has lost it's melodious voice. I am a bird that has lost it's sense of living. The soul that has ripped off from me has disappear. The robot that has now been born is aimlessly acting out the wishes of this controlling school that has a lack of vision. Labelling at the start of the year is already a mistake that should have never took place. What bird? What plane? God would have never done that. Stigmatized.