Tit-bits for your break…

Chatted with a friend yesterday night. He’s of course, a guy, with deep thought and foresight.

From him, I was informed with some shocking evidences, that I had been longing for them for quite a long time already. And of course, he’s shocked by some informations that I gave him. Meaning that, we were surprised by each other, by something which was finally confirmed after a series of information exchanges.

However, this made me not to be sad anymore, but disappointment arised from my heart. Is it really that fun to manipulate the others? I am totally disappointed with it.

Hope that you are real this time.

11 Sept 2007, the sixth anniversary of the famous miserable terrorist attack. First of all, let us mourn for those who have sacrificed for one minute…

11 Sept is really a sad day. There’s tonnes of sad stuffs occurred. First is the terrorist attack. Second is my mathematics paper today… Ai… Never been so panic while solving mathematical problems… Probably I will get the first ever mathematics result that doesn’t reach A… Ai…

It’s very tired after reaching home, that’s the effect of mathematics exam. And what continued are just some nonsense…

Yet there’s another sad event occurred after that. It’s 6.49pm. Don’t know whether I should remember it or just forget it. But after all, I still choose to remember it, forever. Because,

"ONCE DECIDED, NO REGRETS."

Regrets make no use, but if you ever think of regret, change it into your new pursuit, try to get it back. That’s it.

Next week, will be a meaningful week.

Events:-

1) The last week for trial exam, YEEPEE!!!

2) The starting of Hari Raya Puasa.

3) My birthday on Friday, yeah!

4) My lunar birthday on Friday too! So coincident leh!

5) The ending…

I wonder it’s a good memorable week or the worst week, ever. Ai…

Ever since before, I have thought myself as someone who at least got a little achievements in my life, at least knowing how to live my life, and how to share my life… However, it seems that I am wrong, totally wrong.

I am failure.

Nothing else but merely a bookworm.

A tremendously rotten bookworm that don’t even know how to eat books, ready to die any time, anywhere.

"Failure", the most suitable yet simple word I have found to describe what I am. Perhaps there’s more suitable word to describe the worst guy here, but due to the lack of profound vocabulary in my failing brain, this is the best.

No matter what, I am failure.