Can't specify much about myself... Yep, I'm unpredictable...
The Cricket World Cup is around the corner and we are being thrashed in the most comprehensible way. Should I just stop caring like I stopped caring about Hockey a long time back? Will most certainly ease the anguish.
Alright...stop sniggering, I know I can't. Cricket's Cricket. And I love it. Here's to being a Cricket lover!!
AS-Levels are approaching fast, and I'm still in the blue about what I'm doing. I have no idea what direction I'm headed in and that just makes the situation so bloody hard. I have no plan to work by. HELP!! I hope I can survive the onsluaght. Everyone intimidated me with the O'Levels, but I came out pretty good. I hope I can just pull something off here too, though things aren't looking too good at the moment.
And now, here's to wasting my time in the Lyceum shed!! :D
Is not the purpose of education to enlighten our souls, to equip us? Why, then, do some people think that through mere intimidation via books will we be better human beings?
I must admit, I am in rather a melancholic mood right now. I feel angry, opposed to principles and just simply frustrated.
We might ponder over heart wrenching times, we might recall the harsh pleasantries...It all disappears, and one day, we'll meet Him...
These thoughts entail confusion, terrorise my bones, suffice to add: cause me anguish. My thoughts are not fastidious, nor my hopes. Tragedy consolidates all that's living, and it galvanises all our moves. Redundant, hence pierces. Tragic, I must say...