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This would officially be hell week for me. Although it is not finals, midterms is one way of saying how well you're performing, and at the rate I'm doing, I have a weird feeling that I ain't doing spectacularly, nor anything close to passing. Call me pessimistic, though I know I am already.

Five tests on Thursday, how could anybody cope with something as suicidal as that? Not to mention my laptop is acting freaky this morning, and I intend to get to the bottom of the problem as soon as I get home from school.

Had my hair cut yesterday, although it still looks the same, feels slightly similar, it doesn't change the fact that it's a wee bit shorter than it was.

I can't wait for the long break next week, but on second thought I don't have anything to do but to begin another book - I have my eyes on Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code, which I tried reading thrice but never found the patience to complete.

I want to go out, but I'm grounded. I want to go out. I want to go out and enjoy. I want to go out and explore. I want to do something other than stay at home and read like I always do. I need to do something new. I need... I need.. I need.. I need.. I need.. to grow up.

Yesterday I was priviledged to be the one to burn the folded joss papers during our cementary service. I loved the way the fire consumes the curling papers, its golden designs shimmering against the rolling smokes that have begun to form. I love fire. I love playing with fire. I've always been playing with fire, ever since I was a child. I love the power of fire. Literal and symbolical. I'm psychotic.