eight days offline.

and a hell load of good it did me.

NOT.

i hate living my life away from school now, because it seems as if i'm in a meaningless void at home trying to figure out how do i get about doing my work, how do i finish bloody overdue french coursework, how do i engage in something that i'd really enjoy.

shit that sounded pretty angsty, but nowadays life has been far from enjoyable.

i think it's the cts. mind you, i might be wrong. though since this is not the maths paper, i doubt very much that the probability of me getting this wrong is very high.

let's just say i'm kinda tired. the war is over, and my ego has taken a huge bust. so much for high expectations, trying very hard to mug (success rate higher than other occasions) and wanting to bring glory back to.. myself.

i'm better off chopping wood in brimhaven. as we neared the three-hour mark today for maths i think i was sweating profusely even though it was airconditioned like some insane donkey. then from sweating i began swearing at the paper.

this is my surrender document. ct2 wins.

when i come back for prelims i'm not going to make any promises or have high expectations. i am just going to train (study) hard and when the time comes, i'll just pray that i'll whoop some arse.

now i play my games.

because life goes on and cts are over lol!

navy seals ftw!~