Yes, I made up my mind to go TJ.
But of course, I can't count my eggs before they are hatched.
So, MUG NOW.

The night study was damn deserted today.
All who remained were the 4R3s.
One word to describe - hilarious.

Actually I've not a single idea what I want to be.
Though I always said I wanted to be a psychiatrist, things aint really working out.
It's rather a dream than ambition.
I'm thinking of being an entrepreneur.
HAH.
But I still wanna complete my studies till university.
It's a form of practice that no one can escape from.
The road of education is rather stupid in this sense,
not allowing us to pursue what we really desire in life.
I only want to be a successful entrepreneur.
Oh well.

I realised how fortunate and blessed I am.
I have a good family background, many friends.
I have financial support, family support and peer support.
Not yet suffered any major setbacks or difficulties.
Good academic results and pink health.

I believe everyone who reads this, is equally fortunate and blessed as well.
Don't count your blessings.
It's stupid, as though counting rice.
What's critical is to cherish your present and embrace the future.

I could do 10 inclined pull-ups.
YAY.
But it's teacher who was lenient.
Oh well.

We shared our childhood photos.
Everyone could recognise me immediately, suggesting that I didn't really change a lot.
I'm very adorable. =D

We are starting to be going a little bonkers nowadays.
But, if we don't now, when will we have another chance?
Next year? Perhaps yes, perhaps no.
I'll miss everyone.
Things may look a little stupid now, but it'll definitely be part of our lovely memories.

I camped at Theresa's house.
Thanks chewchew.
Cheyenne was shedding and got me all furred up.
She has really become disciplined under Theresa's training.
And she could understand my commands. (:
The only thing is, I called cheyenne good boy.

The night study was great.
Seriously, time flies and you are heading home the next moment.
Pretty productive I say.
I'm going tml.
YAY.
=D

In the process of pursuing our studies, we may have neglected some of the other components of our life, especially our family.

The trip to Genting was fun.
Except for the part that I had to mug.
I did, but not a lot obviously.
It's cloud nine there, with the fluffy white clouds.

We went to the theme parks.
Surprisingly, I took the most intimidating rides.
I didn't really expected myself to be flying in the air.
Corkscrew was one of them.
The course was really wrecking, with many turns and twists.
I knocked my right ear against the bar for several times.
Somehow I had this bloody feeling.
I peered over and saw this pool of blood on my hand.
Completely distracted, I started looking for my earring.
Ah, on my lap.
At this point in time, I was still on the corkscrew.
But I was so overwhelmed with my ear, I completely forgot I was still on the ride.
It's exuberant to be screaming your head off.
Seriously.

I happen to sprain my right arm.
I was too engaged in the arcade game.
HAHA.

I miss the clouds.
(｡･ω･｡)

I'm going genting tml.
Please don't sms me.
Because I'm bringing my phone along.
I thought I was going on a study camp,
since there weren't be much to do there.
Oh well.

Mug with your comrades.
(:

People who have no common sense are terrorists.
I was terrorised by two girls who were a little retarded.
I'm not trying to be discriminating here, but they are really terrorists.
I'm sitting fine on the bus there, then one stepped on my foot and the other tugged my hair.
Although it's sardines, this doesn't give them permission for invasion.
It's nuts, especially when it's in the early morning.
And I happen to be running late for school.
I was damn pissed, that I could shoot laser eyes.
Obviously, both of them couldn't read my face and eyes.
They went fuck.
So I wasn't friendly in the morning.

There's this rapist around Tampines.
He's 1.6 metres.
Kinda short for a rapist, which puts people off guard, given a shorty.
Well, I guess he'll be caught in no time.
Short guys will be suspects, especially when there aint many. Aha.

I'm sorry if I called you a fucker.
It's just that it rhymes with farter.
(｡･ω･｡)

I was being rather down yesterday.
And yea, I tend to lose my rationale and blabber out my own secrets when I'm down.
I didn't know I'm so stupid.

I have no idea why, but school seems to be getting increasingly enjoyable.
I'll bloody miss everyone when we go our separate ways.

We got back the geog test results.
It wasn't a desirable mark, but it's a pass.
I had mixed feelings.
I can't stand this lying down.
Come on geog comrade.

We had napfa test today, mainly sit and reach.
I was pretty upset that I missed 2cm to an A grade.
So I retried.
YAY. I got my only A.
AHA.
I really marvel at the fact of having myself stretch so far,
when I can never touch both my toes with straightened legs.

I'm happy.
=D

Everyone had someone they liked.
I definitely know who I like.
I'm a little tired and weary from this entangled cycle.
I can't be rational enough to put you down and send you packing from my mind.
As much as I want your reciprocal love, I enjoy the life I'm having now.
Not thinking and dreaming about the love that can't even fill my stomach.
I really want to stop guessing now.

But when I finally want to leave this cycle, everything went deja vu.
I love the feeling, but I hate the feeling.
I would be unwilling to leave then.

I see people taking such infatuations simply at face value.
How can you evaluate your fondness for one?
It's ridiculous.
Nevertheless, it's these people who can ultimately remain independent on their own.

I'm still reliant on you.
If I persist, I guess only time can wash away the contradiction I've.
If I no longer like you some day, you can pretty well act as my shield for secrets.
AHA.

I wasn't supposed to tell people this.
I was too carried over by the fact that people I trust,
whom I told my secrets to, would keep it locked-up.
Alas, it got all spilled out.
I gave my darkest secrets away, because I believed people would listen and keep it there.
After betraying this trust, everyone knows who I like.
I might as well announce to the whole world that.
It's too late to apologise.
I bet he's the only one left who doesn't know that I liked him.

If I could let go this foolish love,
I guess I'll be free as a dove.
Yet I'm terribly strapped,
So here's why I'm still fuckingly trapped.
Though I'm in the midst of agony,
Without it, I feel hopelessly empty.
I wished I could put an end to things,
but when did such exist?