“It's all about you.”

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Do it for me.

I'll be silently cheering you on.

I'm un-explainably elated today. I have been practising my Musicfest moves for a bit now, and I really hope they turn out fine when I go about filming it. I just hope they aren't too difficult to all those who are going to do the dance with me. ): And I think I look a bit retarded in a top hat.

I think I thought out a feasible storyline for the video. But there's just no time to get down to it! I'm not going to be free for the next 4 days, and I'm really afraid of doing the video last minute again like last year.

Please, let it turn out alright.

I'm so fantastic, I can cause Man Utd to lose their game even in my sleep.

Training was bullshit again, I do dislike having that crap feeling as you pull a shot, thinking that it wasn't a good one, and rolling the card back to see that it's a 9. Even a 10. It's extremely confusing. Which feeling do I go with then? The 'normal' feeling when I think it's a 9 or 10? Or this cock feeling?

Lunch was good, some Japanese food centre at Yishun, the one Nicholas Quake and I 'explored' on Friday while trying to mislead Shayne. So much seafood in that place so choice was very, very, very, very limited.

I'll take you on, bullshit week.

The letdown when I receive CT1 results.

The dilemna to make Musicfest video.

The stress of training at Yishun everyday after school.

All this, in one week.

Wish me luck. I don't know if I can survive this.

I don't know what's with me blogging less, but I'm starting to find that I have lesser and lesser things to talk about at all. Or am I just feeling too reserved.

Training has been absolute shit these few days, form has been deteriorating drastically and thanks to the super-extra modifications made to Razr by coach, my results of the numerous mini-competitions that we were having underground were absolute crap.

Out of sheer frustration and desperation, I simply tore out the bit of metal attached to the handle of Razr by coach this morning during the mini-competition. Razr was probably very, very happy with that, with a fantastic return of two 10's and two 9's the instant the foul addition was removed.

Coach wanted a 2nd mini-competition amongst the A Pistol Guys at about 1.30, and I ran to lane 6. Not because I like it, but more of not wanting to get stuck with a fricking lane that has poor light conditions like lane 2, in which I had to use in the earlier mini-competition.

I hope Razr trusts me as much as I trust her. I know she wouldn't bail out on me for no reason.

I need more outings.

It's been a month since I last blogged.
This week has been extremely emotional, ups and downs.
'Cos Common Tests are just plain out to screw people.
Satisfied with how I performed?
No, I'm not exactly happy with what I did.
Oh well, I wished I could have done better.
Time limit of papers was just one of the factors.
Sucky memory was just another.
Underachievement was yet another one.
Practice was probably one more factor.
Pissed.
Often wished I could hit what I aim for.
Since when have I done that?
Err, maybe just a couple of times.
Does it hurt anybody if I achieved just a bit more?
Tell me. Please.
Often, I don't know what's going wrong.
Tell me. Please.
Under a lot of strain currently.
Run away from all these troubles, you say?
No, I can't. And I won't.
Others say the sun always comes out after the rain.
Understanding what's wrong is also important.
Talk about handling stress properly.
There's only 8 more months.
How exciting. Not.
If I had a choice, I would restart JC1.
Sucks to be struggling now in JC2, I swear.
What if I screwed up somehow midway this year?
Any regrets?
Yes, I definitely will.



But I'm not going to let that happen.