Mid years in 4 more days. *Waves GoodBye to Mid Years*

Well, this is just going great.

Chem revision is going a little off pace, and I just found out I misplaced my chp 5 : Gases notes. OMG.
Maths revision, well, may start soon.
Econs....Well, may start soon. After Maths.
Physics...Erm, well. *Waves goodbye to Physics* - I dont understand nuts bout that laws of the universe. I seriously question myself to why I did not choose the Bio Stream. And also why in the world, did I didnt choose Poly.
Chinese - Chinese? Must study meh?

Well, I just hope I can get a minimum sub-pass for all subjects, but...

I dont think it's possible. And damn, I dont wanna get retained.

Holidays made my lazy. Made me turn nocturnal. Made me restless. Made me fat. Made me think alot bout stuffs.

-Hmm, thinking bout stuffs. Some things are just left so complex and puzzlong to understand, but it's all part of the thrill. I'm a thrill seeker LoL.

-And also, somethings never change. Like my brother. "King" of the house, and I can see the effort made by him to be the center of EVERYTHING, regardless it to be of a positive, or negative aspect. AND NEVER TUTOR HIM FOR MATHS. NEVER. Trust me.

-Oh just to add. My attention span for studies was successfully prolonged to 45mins. Gradz. Now to prolong it to an hour...

Creation.

Ideas are coming in. And fast. Very fast. And they strike anywhere. Even when I'm having phone conversation with Mother Nature.

Some are innovative.
Some are shameless-ripped off. But at least I tried to modify them. Make them better.
Some are God-sent.
Some are inspirations.
Some are observations.
Some are fantasies.
Some are dreams.
Some are realities.

But they are relate to my life. Well to a certain extent I guess.
The flame of creation has been lit. All that's left is the question:

"How to start?"

There's a whole new world. Wait. WORLDS. I'm itching to write it out. Draw it out. Act it out. ARGH HECK. I WANT TO MAKE IT A REALIZATION.

But I want to blog bout Colosseum. My Cruise Trip. My Movie Outing(s). My Holidays.
Hmmm...

Oh yeah. Mid years. And I've not started my revision. Yet. So...8 more days til mid years.
HoHo.

PLEASEEEEE. Just a minimum of 'S' grade for all subjects. PLEASEEEE.

Where the mind is the mirror

I've thought bout it.

I'm short-tempered, impatient, and I think too much bout myself. I gotta be more understanding.

He's my Brother afterall.

I once said to someone, parents are humans. They're not perfect. If I dont forgive my parents for their mistakes, who will? He may like to vs me at some times, but.

It's our nature. We're kinda alike afterall. He...reminds me of the old me. Or even the repressed nature of me.

I'll try my best to mature, for the weight of responsibilities increases.

You showed me what is Faith.

After posting nonsensical bullshits bout that brother again.

I was still shaking with anger. He's one of the few who can trigger me to almost go to the state of "Berserk". And in record time too. I guess I can credit him for that.

Then I thought bout myself. My future. Her.

Sometimes I wonder. Is it more than what it seems than meets the eyes ?
Is my attraction towards you, solely because you're my type of girl?
Or it's because you seem to be so mysterious, and I feel the thrill of unraveling your true personality?
Or is it that you're just so beautiful? On the outside and the inside?
Or is it just sexual attraction?
Or is it, that there are no logical explanations behind this. You just have to attract me. Perhaps insanely.
Or it's because I'm just looking for that "perfect" girl, to feel warmth in the heart.

That warm, fuzzy feeling is really comfortable. I hope it last forever.

I hope that, I can be my true self when I'm with you.
And accept me for who I am. Or at least try.
There're so much thing I want to share with you. There're so much things I would want you to know.
There's so many things which I'd want to say to you, but if only if I could. If only you could just know, understand.
I want you to enjoy Life with me, to dance together under the moon and stars, to sing bout the wonders in Life together, explore the world together, play naughty together...LOL. And also, enhance our Lifes together.
No one's perfect, but for you, I'll make an exception. But you gotta work hard to be perfect! Cause I'll be trying my best to do the same for you.

You make me smile, laugh from the heart.
You make me love Life, enjoy the things which I do.
You make my Life become a colourful melody.
You make me wanna sing and dance.
You make me mature.
You make me resoponsible.
You make me care bout everyone else.
You make me actually accept my bro for who he is, cause you taught me that Love is boundless, fair, and selflessness.
You make me feel the warmth in the heart.

But if I could only know who you are.

And the Retard Alarm goes off.

That's it. It's certified.

Neo Jack XXXX , is a fucking moron.

Well, I've tried to be a gentleman to smile it off. Give no attention to such pathetic whore. I've friends, relatives, most people who know bout the problem between me and that weirdo.

Everytime when I blogged angrily bout that retard, I didnt post it up. Cause I know when to draw the line, and I know that idiot will come to my blog to spot check. Past comments in this blog are made by him. Even though he refuse to admit, I just know. Cause the way he insults is ridiculously obvious to me. Dude, you have been free-loading in my house for like...15 years? I dotn give a damn bout ur age. I just know you suck. You're mentally sick. You look disgusting.

So people, dont ever say we look alike. I'll get pissed.
In fact, never talk bout him, unless you want to hear EVERY SINGLE DISGUSTING DETAIL bout him.

This time, I refuse to act gentleman. It's almost war.
Dude, listening to "your" songs? You can use my thumbdrive, ransack my personal folders, hog my Xbox, and you have the right to insult me for listening 3 songs which you happily download from the net, and God knows if you secretly took that websites from me. You have no fcuking rights.

In fact when I heard you fell from the bike and got "badly" injured. I dont give a damn bout you. I only feel hurt to see the bike damaged. And with those injuries, you look even more disgusting. I dont even want to see you anymore.

Dude, monitor your weight everytime (Wait, he does that), check ur hair all the time, act cool all the time. Dont give stupid comments like I look gay or shit or whatsoever, when you copy my ways/ideas/styles exactly, even without making the effort to modify them. Listen. You suck. To the core. In fact, sometimes I wonder what differs you from the devil.

You, made my family a living horror.
But I dont hate you, cause you're my brother. That's in the name of law. But personally to me, you're just a stranger. An Unwelcome Guest.

If I could only berserk, and snuff you out. If only I didnt have responsibilities. If only, I didnt have anything to care for in this world. Having a killer intent is no joke. You twisted my life you jerk.

*I cant believe I changed his name to XXXX last min. WHY IN THE NAME OF GOD?