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Thursday, September 16, 2010 // 8:35 PM

Hearts melt on lemon drops. The citrus acid was too strong. When you squeezed it onto my wound. The pain was unbearable. That's how love life destroys a person. LOL. That's just crap.

Life really suck? I don't know. At least I've got a lot to do now. Homework and examinations are always on my mind. Mugging is number one now. BUT, whether I mug and study in the end, it's another thing all together. At least I won't abandon people to study. and yet end up slacking and not studying at all I've got a lot on my mind now. My brain is malfunctioning. I'm not really complaining. Oh, and forgive me for my constant vehement criticism. I'm sorry. Thinking about studying and failing my examinations has masochism in it, yes. It's getting mundane day by day, my life. Thinking too much is never healthy. Then again, more time studying means less time for resting and myself. This blog is rotting already. I can see maggots. My tumblr is still alive. Tumblr is my guilty pleasure. I'm addicted to it. It makes my life feel a little better. I really hope I'd do better this time round. This year had been destroyed since January (that's just too bad for me), I've been underperforming ever since, so yeah. I hope this year would end a bit better than the start, and middle. At least get 3 As, that's my target for EOYs. I don't mind 3 A2s, but at least 3 As please? I hope so. I need to buck up on my math and sciences. Biology especially. I should aim an A for it. It's one of the few subjects that I can do. I hope I can get a B3 for my chemistry though, I don't like the F9 I got for CT2. No particular reason. It just suck to fail anything. It's a miracle if I even hit C5 for english, so I don't count on it. HAHA. I give up. Imma do badly for combined humanities too. I can feel it. But for my conscience's sake, I'll still try my best. Studying starts tomorrow. I hope I can really score as well as planned, 3 As. I've never started revising so early before. In the meantime, I hope I'll get well soon. Having bad wrists ain't doing me any good, especially when I need to write fast. Ahwell, pray.

PS. I'll be laughing at you soon, baby. So much so for pushing me out for studying. Sometimes I can't make up my mind about wanting to see you fall badly. I just hope I won't feel sad for you about it because you deserve it, reaping what you sow. No study = fail. Simple. I'd remember how cheap talk is, baby. In a few months time. Oh, maybe you don't give a damn. Disappointing your parents was another beautiful lie of yours.

PS. I wonder why sometimes we want someone we'd never met/knew before so much. Life is full of wonders. ♡