“It's all about you.”

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Ah, great news. TM's food court is back again.

It's really pretty after renovation. Everything just seems so clean and well-organised when you just step in. Comparable to the one at Terminal 3.

Too bad banmian increased in price by 30 cents. Irritating.

Splendid. I can tahan one day of camp even if I slept only an hour the night before.

Damn good.

Camp wasn't too bad. Used a lot of money for a lot of things though. I swear, I must have spent away one week's worth of savings in a day. Or two. Or three. Ah, don't know, don't care. I'm still quite surprised that the second day's itinerary is simply to play Polar Bear for as long as we can go. Mind you if you think it's a childish game, it somehow gets supremely addictive after a few rounds. (:

Gonna have a happy hour or two with my bed in a bit.

BRB.

I don't want to be looked down on. I don't want to be trodden upon.

Darkness caused by the roaring rain outside now is aggravating my mood.

I wonder which lure is stronger, the stuff on my computer or the drive to complete more maths questions and feeling like you are the smartest ass in the world after finishing them.

I feel like one tonight. Really. I'm serious. Okay that might seem like something complimentary or derogatory or either way, I don't care. I'm quite surprised I understood everything I'm working on this evening.

Recent times have been fluctuating so much, on the low end on one day, the other end on another. Just how does it feel like to be on top of your life every single day of your life, if that's ever possible? Just why is it so difficult to keep the 42 muscles on your face working hard, so that everyone around you feels good as well?

I'm trying really hard to pull myself away from the computer as often as I can these days. Ain't working too well, but I know I'm trying. If I just crack, I would probably just shove my rolled-up Cristiano Ronaldo poster up the monitor and be done with it.

I want a normal life. Just how much is it worth?

It helped.

I owe you both way too much.

Why does it pain me so?

Why does it affect me this much?

Why does it have to occur at such a time?

Why couldn't it happen way before I was born, where I would be ignorant about it?

What did I do to deserve this?

Just what am I?

elated (adj)~(at/by sth): in high spirits; very happy or proud

I'm, erm, elated today?

Or something of that sort. Gahh.

I was quite happy with the way PT went today? Probably because I got to kick a soccer ball after how-many-months-was-it, seeing so many people smiling, doing stupid things ever so occasionally in the process of PT. Makes life beautiful.

I'm surprised my mum didn't nag much either. Wonder whether she struck the jackpot yesterday or something. I'll see if there's a part of it for me! Bahahahaha. Dream on, SC.

How I want to explore the wider world. I think I've been facing the four walls for much too long. Dammit.

I understand that I'm in no position to say this but...


Could. You. Please. Be. A. Bit. More. Sensitive. With. What. You. Mention. To. The. Greater. Public. Especially. When. Others. Are. Not. As. Blessed. Or. Lucky. As. You.

Thank you.

How badly do you want to be a footballer?

Address your weaknesses.

Work on your weaknesses until they become strengths.

Work on your strengths until they become second nature.

If you depend too much on one foot, work on the other.

Are you strong enough?

Are you man enough?

Big and bad enough?

Are you passionate?

Or just angry?

Learn to cut out the dumb stuff.

Are you a midfield general or foot-soldier?

Battle hero or cannon-fodder?

Does the game revolve around you or bypass you?

Can you hit the target?

Consistently?

When was your last game?

When's your next training session?

Can you last 90 minutes?

Plus extra time?

Would you take a penalty?

Would the coach let you?

Would you score?

Consistently?

Can you make the ball do what you want?

Can you finish from five metres?

Twelve metres?

Sixteen metres?

The halfway line?

With a defender behind your back?

Are you first in for training?

Last out?

Are you fast enough?

They say the first-half meter is in your head.

What's in yours?

Sometimes, I just hate being a guy.

Come on. Quit putting on phrases that are so suggestive. If you want something, might as well go take it, don't keep hinting here and there and keep others on tenterhooks. Kind of puts people off.

I'm so happy PW is over at last! No more worries, no more frustration! I can finally settle down and do what I ought to do.

And I do realise that money can never purchase the amount of thought and effort put in by oneself to do something.

I'm getting there, but I know I can do so much better.

Go ahead, lie to me. I don't give a shit. You told me half an hour, you ended up using two. Forget it, I won't trust you that much from now on. I don't deserve this kind of crap.

Break the deadlock.