“It's all about you.”

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I'm a total misfit into my family.

I really don't wish to criticise them, but the personality difference is simply getting more and more glaring by the day.

I'm not afraid even if it's a 1 against 4, and please, don't bullshit with me with all the 'family starts with the individual' nonsense, or nonsense that applies to my family at least. I'm losing my patience with all the constant jabbering over what kind of person I should be, while you guys don't even act as role models for me to look up to.

I'm sorry, but this is going to be the final straw.

Oh, I just love this feeling, being driven to study, and resting on will. Gets better and better when more of this is done.

I wished I had started sooner, or I wouldn't be in this mess.

Crap this, when the cough starts, it just doesn't stop. How exhilarating.

Tests, tests and more tests. Gahh.

I kill all of you.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have.

Witness the implosion of iTunes.

No more putting of songs in the iPod.

No more playing of songs on the computer.

No more opening of the application iTunes.

OMG.

My Samsung phone is BULLSHIT.

Touch screen and menu button ended up dysfunctioning yesterday night, irritated me so much that I whacked my phone a million times, even contemplated opening up the phone but I couldn't find a screwdriver small enough. I would rather the number keys jammed instead of the touch screen. Switched the SIM card over to the Nokia 5300.

Then quite amazingly enough, I switched on the Samsung phone this morning with no objective in mind and the touch screen LIT UP. What on earth, to think I was worrying my butt off yesterday night, thinking that I would have to travel all the way to Plaza Singapura to get it fixed.

I daresay miracles happen.

My siblings never appreciate anything I do.

Hate it.

Walk away.

It's all over. Nationals is over.

I kind of have mixed feelings today, with Nationals ending and everything we worked so hard for coming to a close so seen. It just pains me so to see everything simply fade away in a few months time.

Been enduring a lot of torment over the week, even showing signs of weakness on some occasions. Have to sincerely thank those who have stuck through everything with me, even when it costed them their time.

I think life really is beautiful. But why must we always leave it to the last of moments before we truly appreciate what we have done?

Sometimes, it really is too late to realise.

Feeling emotional tonight, I really need some time out.