March began with two of my best friends getting a boyfriend. It was all wonderful, and pretty funny, since all four of my friends got together with their boyfriends in March. We dubbed it our month of love.

And then March ends with another two of my best friends breaking up with their boyfriends. On the same day.

But that is not my story to tell. *channeling Aslan*

Here’s my story: I feel like there are these thin fracture lines on me and at any moment I could just crack into a million little pieces. Everything I have learnt in the past three years just swam around in my head and I can’t seem to fish out the necessary information when I need them. It really sucks because I do need to get at least 75 on it, and I can’t imagine not graduating. I’d rather die.

*sighs* There goes my monster again. One of these days I might just name her, like Beyonce and Sasha Fierce.

Moving on to a lighter subject, my parents bought me a watch yesterday. It’s a cute piece from Swatch, silver with a streak of pink and three little butterflies dangling from the band. They said it would last longer than my old watches – it should; it was a lot more expensive – and I could bring it when I start college.

(I was going to type ‘when I move to Singapore’ and thought better of it. Better not to count my eggs before they hatch.)

I’ve already got myself a potential roommate if I move to Singapore. Amanda already secured a scholarship from NAFA, and it’s a good idea to start a new life with a friend around, so yeah. She’s going to be my roommate. Of course, there’s the matter of picking an apartment that would suit us both, but that will have to wait until I hear from NUS. I keep reminding myself that there’s a big possibility they would say no, and I don’t want to watch my plans fall apart, so I try not to get too excited about it right now.

Still, The Secret said it’s a good idea to keep picturing what you want and being grateful for it as if you already had it, so I keep picturing myself living in Singapore. It worked once, it could work again.

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