what shit.

i hate misinterpretations of my own words. i am sure of what i said, i dont need you to tell me what i meant. i said, my friend is borrowing my china books to study up cos she applied, and you start to shout about what taking chances and me losing my chance to go to china WHAT SHIT. i didnt apply, because i didnt want to. i am sure what i said. who wants to go to kl to sit for a test, and not get guaranteed a place? damn.

i think we are wanting a little too much from ourselves, but thats a good thing.
we have high expectations, we are confident, yet we are doubtful.
and, we love our jawatans, we love having em and getting em.

i used to be so proud of being a little ajk so long time ago.
then i had vicey.
now i want more.


i wanna be a pressy someday.

damn it,
why do i always have so many excuses.
i dont know where they came from, i just have a store room of unlimited supply somewhere in my head, stacked up, filed according to situations, and they always manage to pop out when i need one. and most people would buy it. wtf this means im a good liar.

reasons reasons excuses excuses,
good leaders dont give excuses,

i feel useless. =(