A Pint of Sweat Saves a Gallon of Blood

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Argh!!!! Fuck! how could I have slept so early, not answering his call that night? Then, I read his sms in the morning, yet I didn't dare to return his call. It's all awkwardness I was trying to avoid until I met him. It was the most unwitting act. Then, I missed his call again 3 hours ago! Damn! What should I do? Really wanna call back, yet I don't have the guts to. Let's hope it doesn't become a regret at the end of the day.. I seriously missed him, yet I become speechless when I see his face. What do I do?

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Sunday, March 8, 2009

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Saturday, March 7, 2009

I just can't explain how fuck-ed up life is. Failures have long been circling in life, nothing whoo haa about it. Somehow, I discovered that I can't accept failures. Perhaps, I'm unwittingly being a loser all these while.

Tests after tests, always thought that it was alright if I don't really study for them since it's a way to judge the extend of that chapter I understand in class. Consistently reminding myself that it's alright to fail, as long as I know my mistakes, learn and move on. Another part of me agree with this thesis right now. Yet, I just can't stand how smoothly I let others tamper over me so easily. It's really been a disgrace to my name. It's like.. No tuition, no big deal. I'm happy relying on my own bare hands, even if I get scald along the way, because it's MY WORK, MY OWN'S ABILITY! I'll be more proud of those achievements. Really sounds like a loser saying this.. can't achieve expectations and still wanting glory for not asking for help. Damn..

Sometimes I just get so fuck-ed up, intending to screw all my test, my studies, my homework, play hard one last time like how I used to. Then get back on track again for the last lap.

Oh freak.. Actually I shouldn't complain, since I want independent results, I want to mould my own future with my own hands. But I really want to shout out loud that I'M TIRED!!! Is anyone able to hear and to reply me?! I just don't understand why people can breakdown in public and get other's concern. It gives this really sophisticated feel.

I'm just waiting for April to come quick. Really drained. Sounds more ideal to hope that O's will come and go soon. I know I do say that I don't really mind how much I score as long as it brings me to a realistically alright JC for the effort I had put in. Ends up studying the same stuffs, taking A's, moving on in life. That's why, I really see no point in studying so crazily like others. Once you pass this time, you can never bring it back again. If you don't play now, when will you play? That answers to where I wanna go to next. Probably a JC with more fun. SAJC? Sports! Yes.. Think about it, if you don't get into sports in JC, you think u'll chance on any other opportunities later on in life?

It's like treasuring certain opportunities, yet along the way, you lose some other opportunities. I've always told myself to take up opportunities that don't make you lose other opportunities. But I realise that's life. A road that has a division. One that little people walk on, another that people commonly pass by. I've always chosen the dusty one. Maybe it's time for fresher air, going on with life at a normal pace and giving up all those extra miles that I had previously worked for.

Screams: Get out of this damn disgusting world! I want an easy life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHH....

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