Jealous.

It is not gonna be same. It will never be the same again.

The tides have changed, but you declared that you still kept your stand. I believed you. However, your actions told another story. Your lukewarm heart betrayed yourself. Strangely, I have developed cynical views about the word which we once shared. The events that led to this, seriously, exacerbated the mutual feelings of respect and understanding.

Contrived conversations, tepid responses. Its in jeopardy, isn't it? I'll try to be impervious, but its not helping with the things that you do.

There you go, spin another tale which I am bored or tired of. Excuses, Excuses. Apologies, apologies. Suprise suprise, not.

Time is never enough for us to spend or waste. We all have the same 24hours-a-day rule. Its how we decide and divide the time up that counts.

Pfft, might as well throw it behind us and leave me alone right? Might as well move on with life and quit writing rants like this. Like anyone would learn from this foolish pile of incessant whining. I'll bury myself in the deep depths of knowledge and books and my own world. CHMA is gonna be fucking pwnage. Oh wait, I won't be able to turn up. Caught up with something else, hate to be tied down. Watch me.

Some people can wait, some things can't.
Some things can wait, some people can't.

Life is so fascinating.

A sudden urge to buy the discontinued Polaroid.

For those who take soccer a degree more serious than the rest,
I have four words. FUCK OFF AND DIE (Mr.Glenni's infamous quote).

I play to relax, to release all those pent up frustration after the 5 days in school. Through shouting and running about crazily. I don't play with a serious mindset much.

After all, you play soccer to make friends, not to showoff how good you are with the ball and not life.

Look at the time, two days ago it was my birthday.

In a few more days time, prelim 1. Prelim 1 sounds like a joke, but not to be taken as a joke.
Yeah, call me kiasu or whatever you would like to, but keep it to yourself, please. I do not want to know. I'll start revising from next week. Maybe some people have already started theirs. But its always better to be late than never.

Obviously I do not want my well-dreamt dream to be shattered abruptly by a piece of certificate.


Consistency is key. Hard work pays off. Though not everytime. But disappointment is part and parcel of life. However, it is definitely not meant to be routine, lest it makes life too cynical, or rather, the victim's perspective of life becomes too cynical. And depression sets in. Being too emotional, low self-esteem, etc blah. Undeniably, sometimes our emotions get the better of us. And we surrender ourselves and become vulnerable to all kinds of stupid obnoxious insults, criticism or even the unachievable goal(toomuchwhatifs). I am not saying it is bad to daydream, I build sandcastles in the air as and when I like to.



The urge to swear sometimes, is simply just too overwhelming. I should really cut down on expletives. Only use them when the word is really irreplacable, in certain context. Which I will not explain over here.



Let's face reality. Am I ready?

The songs are a delight, so sweet that they never fail to cheer me up.
No matter how dark the sky is or how bad and disastrous the day went by. Regardless of how slim the chances are or how bleak the reality seems.