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One of the photos I've taken during Sports Day, aka my favourite shots from my last duty of the year as part of my school's photography club although it's kinda underexposed. Picture quality is nasty because I downloaded this from Facebook because I'm too lazy to transfer the raw pictures into this computer with very limited space.

School grades aren't going well for me, but everyone says it's normal at this point of time. I don't know and I don't care anymore. Just have to keep going forward meh.

Caught my second cold of the year argh stupid weather. Where's my vitamin C?

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”

- Murakami Haruki, Kafka on the Shore