This statement that had been scaring me since the beginning of the year is officially confirmed..:
FORM 4 LIFE...SUCKS! (excuse me language...but too bad!)

Unexpectedly I've never regretted taking PTS which got me into the state I'm in right now. 'Cause..probably if I'm still with ppl my age..[in form 3]...I don't know what I'll become today...

Anyway, I really love my err...non-living things destructive actions I have when I get depressed. Members of 4 Sce. Beta would know what will I do when I get so stressed up. Ask them. Haihz...I'm just so disappointed in myself!! How could I fail just LIKE THAT? What is happening to this world??? WHy is everything I'm hoping for destroyed?? My hopes are crushed into dust...that no matter what..it wouldn't change the fact...

I found something in my Literature textbook today. It's a poem...somehow..I'm feeling to treasure it. Here, let me share...it might be boring but..whatever.

If....by Joseph Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting
Or being lied about don't deal with lies
Or being hated don't give way to hating
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make a heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!


There. How’s this? Well, if you don’t understand it, it’s okay. I mean, come on! This is still literature for heaven’s sake. Unless you’re William Shakespear’s cucu cicit or something…yeah you’ll probably get it the moment you lay your eyes on it. =P. Oh well, I gotta dash now! Dad’s calling! Peace out and rock on!