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aiyo...

ee start blogging again!!

went gym today. literally having a conflict in my mind everytime i go... cos i'm reminded of the torture i go thru every time i exercise and feel so tempted to just sit at home and do nothing. but everytime i finish i feel so proud of myself cos it's such a big achievement (ok not really but for me it is) so yes i'll tell myself dat and see which side of my mind wins and that determines if i'll go gym!

so yes super tired now... and got physics and maths test tmr... topics seem ok enough but dono heard so much horror about the physics test that i don't feel like studying for it. ee but cannot cos i may end up knowing how to do all the qns and gasp win top in physics award!! -.- so delusional... lolz i never used to say this kind of thing sit next to wy in lt can do such wonders.

btw i haven't gave up on cip yet... just that the choices are really getting more limited and ee running out of places le... i'm trying to like tweak the options in the ematch thingie to get a few more places that may happen to fit but yea really difficult cos most will want like in the afternoons and stuff which we can't really manage. our earliest common time slot is on friday... and that's only after 4.

i just added my whole cat class on my msn... mm yup hope to bond with them to break down age barriers and stuff... just hoping :) ok gotta go finish up my studying of maths and physics... so shall end of with a poem. this poem is ms ng's favourite poem, which i was reminded of by the abstinence talk... think it's a really cool poem and yup here it is (ee spark of another burst of posts also)

Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley; 1849-1903

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