Never had a chance to really redeem myself,
i woke up on a yet another afternoon missing out lessons and tutorial.
my mum lost her patient on my on-off schooling.
my dad jus let me have my ways.
the hopes they had, and still have, on me,
the faith they placed in me,
made my morning at home miserable.
i determined to get up and study,
if time allows.
next week,
i'll try to change.
MISS ME NOT, MY BED

Today went to sch at 1pm,
skipped the whole morning lecture,
and didnt had a clue on wads going on.
Finance isnt as easy as asking a ger whether she have bf.
PMM is like asking me to walk across red sea.
BSII makes me vomit after eating bird nest.
Simply put, if i managed to go to year three,
its like liverpool sign mi for 20 million and ask mi to trim grass in Anfield.
Went to jurong after lesson,
walked around...but some toto, soccer...
and to parkway shoot pool.

Unbeaten for the whole of 1+ hour yesterday,
beaten by dat small fellow afew times today.
but getting the shots right isnt difficult for mi nowadays.
lesser stress = better performance

Do i still care? yes.
Do i still want? maybe.
Do i still hope? no.