the life after the major examination is an extremely boring one. i wake up every noon and find myself getting on with life in front of the television in the same old familiar position, awaiting my lunch, and occassionally dragging myself to play pool at the clubhouse. alone. i think the period of time when everybody was still ridiculously hyped up about going out with friends and accomplishing things they have always wished to after the exams only lasted for a short span of time. anything and everything will eventually die down, and when it finally does, it takes its toll silently. i'm not exactly having the time of my life down here, having to repeat what i'm doing everyday in a standard sequence - i'll rather the results be released as soon as possible, so that i can get on with my life pronto. going out with my friends every single day soon becomes a chore, going over the same strokes on the drum skins makes me lose interest in it, picking up the perfectly ablazed finish wooden instrument with 6 strings is but a self-acclaimed favourite past time, and ranting about the boredom of all of these in an online diary is yet another self-delusional 'joy' i try to attain everyday. god, please make fishing tomorrow possible in light of the cold weather, and alter the order of my life now.!

last night i had the wildest of dreams - my homecoming to fcbc. shiet. and what a time to experience this, just when i'm waiting for my O level results, needing all the blessing i can gather; just when i needed a new lease of life; just when i started missing the shorty; just when saysern started to talk to me on msn about something we have in common. nice one, god. for now, you deserve this much respect from me, with your initials still in small casing. try harder in your convincing.