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Friday, May 27, 2005


It hasn't been that good a week. I guess.. maybe the initial high as worn off. It always threatened to. But never expected the process to be so fast. I mean, it's a gigantic load off my shoulders. Think 90%. So I thought.

First up, I'm never watching soccer again. The pact was made in jest.. but I feel I must honour it. After all, I really never expected Liverpool to win either the league title or the Champions Cup in my lifetime. I've hated them since I was 135 cm tall, and seeing that I have grown neary 37 cm taller, it's about time then. To stop watching soccer. All the old guns are either half-crippled, or retired. The big teams aren't living up to their high expectations.. and all the big matches stink of match-fixing. What about my team Milan? They don't deserve to lose, but they did. Where's the justice.. I know this is childish whining, but Liverpool aren't supposed to win. They're supposed to be L-O-S-E-R-S.

That's enough to make anyone pissed. I'm no exception. Losing this afternoon's soccer match because of some selfish team mate doesn't make things better.

I'm getting closer to the conclusion that she doesn't want to be with me. That's fine really. But I don't know why I feel so sore inside. I used to think it was okay.. but now I feel like crap. I really do. The general advice is to be direct about it. It is good advice.. but I can't take it. I'm going to feel like shit for the rest of the 2 years I think.

I should be happy that I'm potentially going to score for my ippt. Silver? I can't believe it.. 9 pull-ups. 234 cm for standing broad jump. 10:45 for 2.4 km run. But my sit-ups are suspect, and I haven't exactly run under 10 secs since BMT.

And there's Lit tuition tomorrow. Leon's friend, another S paper student, who's charging a bomb for inexperienced teaching at best.. I'll give her a chance.

So much for an entry after 4 days. It doesn't even sound sad enough. But it feels tired though.

_'Jx]- faded at 10:38 PM