“It's all about you.”

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Bahh. Exams are finally history.

I can't help but feel a bit worked up about it. I mean, everyone had the crap scared out of them when it came to the Physics, Economics and Maths papers. It probably suggests that I'm not the only one worrying.

In any case, I feel it has been a long time since I really got into action about blogging and all. My internet is cracking up at home and I can't do nothing at all. School computers are my only way into the cyber world now. Explains why you guys never see me online that frequently as before. Bahh.

There's only so much I can do to make myself happy, or should I say, so little. It all just revolves around doing the same thing over and over again. It doesn't really help in the short run, I guess, seeing as though there are so many other possibilities of keeping oneself happy, but in the long run, it probably is the only way.

I would really like to thank 5 people in this period of time, during the holidays and exam period and what not. I won't mention who they are or what you guys did, but I just know that it really helped me through these depressing times. So, thanks for everything.

I feel that there is so much more I want to say, but I guess it doesn't really matter even I didn't. I'll probably get back here when the internet connection at home is up and running again. In the meantime, stay happy, stay strong.

I have changed.

CLOSED

Will be back on 26 June 2008

I am now relishing the chance of a payback to you.

My heart will go on.

I don't know why, I feel so stressed at the wrong times.

I probably feel insecure even. Dammit, I don't know how long I will keep having occasional nervous lapses.

I probably can't get used to late nights. Nothing past 10.30pm, or I won't be able to stay up.

Alright, maybe a few exceptions here and there along the way. But the bottom line is just me unable to stay up.

I probably even dislike late nights. I really don't know about this fact. It's not about the creepy ghosts or monsters coming to eat you out of the blue while you sleep or something, but there's just something about the intense darkness and the loud silence that really does put a sense of unease in me.

I probably sound like a noob child whining how the darkness instills unease, while really fearing that the monsters will materialise in front of me and gobble me up, but it's really not the case. Why I can't get used to darkness, I would just like to leave that question for now.

Thankfully, I die waaaaaaaaaaaay before the Sun burns out, or I will be living in unease throughout my life.

I know I love Maths.

I know it too well. It's just that I was denying this fact for far too long.

At last, at long last, Maths doesn't seem as tough as before to me anymore. How brilliant.

Partial Fractions is simply splitting. Binomial Theorem is simply counting. Graph Sketching is simply just drawing.

Bahahahahaha. But I still don't get Differentiation.

Bahh. I'll eat it for breakfast tomorrow.

Sian. Sian. Sian. I'm damn sick of studying already.

Feeling a bit let down by myself. Gahh.

Bahahaha. I think Koda Kumi can't pronounce English words properly.

But I guess it's okay, she's Japanese.

I'm only mentioning this because I'm updating iTunes or I wouldn't have put it down. Lol. Turns out I got so much stuff in iTunes that I never touch or listen to. I'm probably just scared to open the files because I shudder to hear what's going to come out.

Yeah, right.

It so happens that I have a shitty voice, and can't sing for nuts. But who cares, I'm going to train my falsetto and sync it into my noob-ish piano-playing. Bahh. Speaking of which, I haven't had chances to touch the piano recently. My stupid nonsensical shooting score is giving me so much trouble in the west that I can't find time to go back to school.

Okay, now iTunes is jammed. Damn it.

"Don't cry for me, next-door-neighbour."

I think that's one of the funniest and retarded lines I have ever heard coming out from someone's mouth.

I have this feeling that something bad is going to happen over the next days.

I dunno. I'll just stand and look.

It's a cold night.

It all started this morning when I woke up an hour and a half later than I should for training. Turns out that Jun Han SMSed me at 10.03pm and 12.04am yesterday night and this morning respectively whether to meet up first or not. Guess I was sleeping like a pig on both times.

Anyway, I wanted to get going straight away but the sky darkened and torrents of rain just started coming down. Held up for 1 whole hour before I could get out.

Training. Training. Training. I honestly don't know how long more my nonsensical score is going to stay the same, it just doesn't seem to push up any further even with all the different techniques the different coaches suggest to me. BAHH. Dammit, I will probably combine all of them next time and yield a result.

It was still cold when I got back. I probably didn't feel too optimistic.

The magical number 10.

It's the number of fingers you have.

It's the number of toes you have as well.

It's the number of minutes for me to cook instant noodles.

It's the number of number buttons I have on my phone. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 0.

It's the 3rd highest number of goals I can score on Football Manager in a single match. The highest? 21.

It's the number of pens I have in my pencil case.

It's the shoe size of my biggest pair of shoes. The rest are 9.

It's the number of minutes I take to bathe when I'm really, really, really into the mood. When I'm not, I take 5.

It's the day before NUSIS in June.

It's the amount of dollars I have to pay for every Monthly Shoot.

It's the maximum number of points one can get when shooting a gun target.

It's the number on the back of Wayne Rooney's shirt.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand, it's the time in which I am supposed to sleep every single night.

But I started blogging at 10pm this evening, so I suppose I will sleep a bit later.

But wait.

Guess what?

It's 10.10pm now.

Interesting.

I seemed to have cleaned out almost every single possession that I own.

My room, my notes, my computer, my phone, my iPod... everything. Everything seems to be cleaned. Lol.

This is so unlike me. Like, seriously. Bahh.