I wonder...What is the worst thing that a man could possibly suffer? Despair? Betrayal? The loss of hope? After getting back my grade 8 piano results yesterday, I couldn't care less about it. Imagine spending almost a whole year, putting in my best efforts to practise, despite having a fractured wrist for like...6 months, all I got was a miserable fail. A FAIL, in my most favourite past time of my life. I guess I have lost my touch in music. It doesn't respond to me, and I don't respond back to it anymore. It just isn't the way it is anymore. Bloody hell, my fingers... they are just useless right now, they are no longer as strong as they used to be. No longer as confident as I want them to be. What are see in them is a subdued and defeated soul, hopless beyond all hopes, lost forever in the void of space. And here I am now, faced with the biggest rock obstructing my path. My path... My end, my curse. My most important piano exam, and I managed to throw it away, to lose it, to fail it. Is this how it is going to end? A dream, so passionately pursued, only to realise that it is all but a...dream??!!! WTF is going on man?!?! Why is my life full of shit now?!? Why is this happening to me?!!! What did I do to deserve this??!?! Maybe I should just quit. Maybe I should just let it go. Maybe I should just turn away, where it doesn't hurt so much. When I got my results, all I had was a blank expression. One that is void of all emotions. But deep down...inside me, I am crying. Despair. Anger. Dissapointment. Nothing can erase this memory of mine. My biggest failure. My deepest sorrow...*sigh*.......Haha...A broken man I am now.....

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Today I had tuition 9am in the morning... *yawnz* And this gonna continue till the end of my A lvl exams, which is next year. That means, I won't be able to sleep late on friday nights anymore...What a bummer. Not only that, I hate studying early in the morning... It's just not...me. Hell, who likes studying early in the morning, when all you can think of is going back to sleep? Geez... Anyway, I probably deserve all these drastic measures. I have been doing badly all day long, till I can't remember when was the last time I passed borderline. Not to leave out the fact that I failed all my tests with flying colours. Boy, that would even make a beggar on the streets blush like a tomato. Ah, enough about that. Today is probably the most uneventful day of the month. All I did was stare at my lecture notes, stare at the computer screen all day long, and eat dinner at a hawker centre, which all the cooks there seemed to have a vendetta against me and tried to poison me to death by adding 70g of salt instead of 10. Well after dinner I was back at the computer screen(which is now). Right now I am waiting to watch the 11pm chinese movie, starring Jackie Chan(yee hah, my martial arts idol). Ah...boring...*zzzzzz*

"People don't just die. They merely die of boredom."

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I wonder, I wonder... Why can't I seem to control my situation? Why am I failing and failing all my subjects? Why can't I pass? Why can't I even bloody improve?! Why did I go for my chemistry test thinking it was an ok paper, and having it back with a bloody F grade? Why? What the hell is wrong with me??? And tomorrow I will be having my Maths lecture test. Not surprisingly, I feel nothing. I am past caring about failing or passing. I just don't care right now... Arghh!!!!!! Am I cursed or what? Somebody, anybody.... Just tell me what the hell am I supposed to now, because I don't have an idea. *sigh* Me and my f**king life...

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