O dear...

Why didn't anyone remind me September is already creeping silently behind...

Our biggest enemy is ourselves.

Oh really?

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How many special people change and how many lives are living strange?

I would think it is a pity if I am trying too hard to be someone else which obviously I lack the capacity to be. Or to please somebody or someone else's wishes/hopes. Everyone has a limited number of opportunities to grab hold onto, and a limited number of choices to make.

Poof, one wrong step you take and you die. Don't even think of making amends. It won't help a bit at all. Fuck all the 'if's and 'i think's. No time to be a thinker, time to take action and stop this decay.

I would love to be Harry Houdini.

Sometimes you just can't change it. The stubborn stain on your shirt which can't be washed off no matter how hard you try.
Oh, we all have indelible stains from our past.

This just came in.

School life's a bitch.

Oh dear.
I think I screwed up my OCIP interview.. Not that it matters anymore. Too late to change anything and well... NO REGRETS for whatever nonsense I spouted during the interview fuckyeah.

'Do you have anything else to add on?'
'No.'
'So if you don't add anything else, I won't pick you for the trip.'
....

Looking ahead, I should be mugging maths now. Vectors ah... I can't say how much I love that topic but I can't say how much I hate maths so I guess this is a time to be ambivalent and suck it all up.

out.

I hate to be sick.
As simple as that. Because I have to spend money to consult a doctor. And I have no energy to do anything. Not forgetting to mention, the irritating phlegm and runny nose.

But it is okay to be sick sometimes. It gives me the feeling that I'm still a kid and someone else will take care of me. It is okay to be sick because it reminds me that I am not a steam-powered turbine which keeps on going.

We all fall down, no?

At the end of the day, we are all just superficial beings living under the deception that we are irreplaceable. Well, we aren't.

From friends they degrade to acquaintances, and further to strangers. Finally, becoming a random pedestrian whose existence doesn't really matter anymore.

When there are winners, there are losers too.
And that's why I hate elections, of any kind. If anyone fails in their bid to get elected, they will be sad and depressed, in different degree. They might say they are okay on the surface, but come on, who are you kidding with that frown all over your face.

And what happens after the elections would be the scary part, the part that I do not wish to imagine. The people who did not get elected might lose their passion, start to skip trainings and etc bullshit.

Ideally, everyone gets back on the same track eventually and train hard towards a common goal. Let's just hope this exact situation will happen.