HG Jesta, Ground type WIP

Hello my friends! It's been far too Long since my last post.. (If you haven't seen the one that was deleted) I've restructured my life a lot, and have spent some time reflecting on my purpose in life. After serving almost 7 months of national service, starting off as a Chao recruit in Tekong, and being shipped off to a new land: the police. Initially, I struggled and crumbled under the stress: the new life - the nitpicking -the cough cough -and the sheer amount of decision making. I've acclimatised well now, managing myself (slightly) better than ever before. However, I've become rather rash recently- especially when my plans fall apart. I'm not sure if I've always been this way but I know this has to stop.

Moving along, I have spent sometime on my hobbies. Although far less than before, but Everytime I pick up my nippers it soothes me so, relieving me of my angst and troubles. So there you have it! My Hg jesta

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Its not even over yet!

2 more papers to go, Chemistry is once again, tomorrow.

I'm pretty excited this time.. Its 11.39 and this time, I ain't talking to myself. Cheers to all you people :)

The final post

Once again an eventful year draws to an end. The ups and downs of life in school just seems to want to tear me apart, not the best timing too. The sheer agony within my heart, the shimmering glimpse of hope that glows and fades as and when. I'm sick of it. This will be, without a doubt, my last post on this blog as a teen with a broken heart. Soon the After O's saga will end. This is the dawn of After A's.

Reflections

Perhaps life wasn't so bad after all. Well out of the line of poverty, loving parents, grandparents and siblings~ what more is there to ask for. My life isn't bad, I've just been misinterpreting it. No one is against me. Just myself. I'll promise myself this : I will return the favour, all the kindness, care and concern that they have given me. I will do my absolute best.

Running~

At the lowest point of my life, I looked into a mirror. The reflection~ a dark and depressed soul. I hated what I saw, and I ran. Days of running, running and running. Each time the light at the end of the tunnel getting closer and closer. Running was my passion. Running was an outlet for me to throw the hate I had for myself~and others. Throw it out of my mind. Little did I know, running away from the problem is only going to buy time, time to let you run a little further. They'll catch up eventually.

Life After O's 12

My emotions like to play tricks on my mind sometimes. It happens quite frequently, especially when I'm stressed. Recovery is a path, filled with pain and sorrow. But the light is near, it's coming closer. It'll be alright soon enough.

Life After O's 11

 I had a dream once, a dream of retiring in a hut on a rocking chair, sipping a cup of hot tea, watching the cool breeze blow at the tufts of lush green bush. And my mind, free of thought, free of worries, free of everything, everything but calm. Watching time pass, waiting, and waiting, for the end. There is beauty in silence, there is beauty in tranquillity. But now, if i don't act, that will forever be a dream. If I falter, I will be walking on a pile of rubble, a mat of my own tears and failure. Let's lock and load.