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    I forgot how blogging can ease up my mind. It is a personal blog, of my life. I think i can safely complain about anything here. Readers, you are reading an open-to-public diary. Haha. Screw formality (sorry formality). I've got my math to worry about, of which 4 past years are of mechanics and another 4 for pure. I might be dead (in figurative speaking) by Monday, but i'll die fighting. Trying to finish off those debts, that is. In this world, even though I don't feel alone anymore, i wonder if I had made the right choice, even though i don't regret choosing it. Anyways, it's been a long time, blog. I'll keep in touch every now and then.

The crossroad

 I've finally reach it. The place where thousands of possibilities lie before me. The crossroad, so this is where I choose my own path. Should I go study in Australia, and start a life there? Or should I stay here, build up my savings and then decide on the next step. It seems the latter is a better option, in my case. If I were to go to Australia it would mean parent's scholarship. I don't want to sound like a snot or whatever but I don't want to be in debt to them anymore. It's time to man up, and be independent. The least chosen path, of the crossroad.

The mind

 I speak in riddles, or not to the point. That is true and i notice it. But i can't help it. I wish not to have an over-criticising tone or to offend any one. Conflict is what breeds hatred, and i have no time for any of that. Over time, i may change this habit of mine. Until then, predators stalks their prey from dawn until dusk.

From the heart

    Everything has a positive and a negative effect. for example, in war, there will always a victor, and a loser. The people who suffered, and those who prospered. In terms of wealth, it requires time and dedication. Most successful businessman/woman always devote most of their time to their business. Leaving just a small portion of their PRECIOUS time for their family. Some will give excuse, saying that the business is for their family. Some will also say that they got too caught up on their success, which acts as a catalyst for their efficiency to work. It is always like that. The first intention was always true, and good. It's for the family. Over time, the goal changes. It starts when they see how successful they can become, and when that happens they left behind the true purpose of their business. That is how I see it. Stress starts to accumulate from work, due to human errors or from difficult tasks. This is when they can't control their emotions and let it out on the family, Which causes family problems. mostly to their children, and the partner. The start of selfish actions. What would be the purpose of the money if there's no one to share it with? If you can't even enjoy it aside from luxury. Luxury is the least form of satisfaction. What all family need is love. What all people should have. By the time the successful are old, they would've lost trust with their family member. Or would've changed them into what they have become. In any case, the heart would be tainted. Taint breeds evil, which prospers in every shadow of the heart.  Thus breeds generations of people like these. Sometimes, being successful is not from the views of wealth, but from happiness. As a family. As i write these ideas of mine, influenced by music, I hope that i will never be tainted. Wealth is nothing compared to happiness. Then again, the source of happiness in today's world comes from wealth. Abandoning the pleasures of the world would be the most preferred way to prevent from taint, and being humble.

3rd December, 2012

   Sniff the air. You know what that smells? holiday. It smells of holiday. I'm listening to paramore 3am in the morning, trying to find the right song for the right mood. What's my mood right now? Calm. Relaxed. Independent.  Switch artist. The maine. Feels right. While I'm listening to music, browsing the web would be an instant reaction (well, right now it's an exception) This is how i spend my holiday. At night.

A post a day keeps the exam papers away (i wish)

23rd October 2012.

     Midnight. exactly 12.00. 9 hours from now i'll be having my AICT exam. I should have anxiety, or some type of symptom with fear in its checklist, but i feel nothing. Like O levels, this, sometimes feel meaningless. I await for AC3, my savior, my hero, my ticket to a world supposedly narnia-like. Traveling back in time, where people don't concentrate much on studies, where life is mostly made up of adventure, where paradise exist. Knowledge is power, or so they say. But in some circumstances, knowledge is nothing. A bullet to the head will kill knowledge and everything else within a man. So let me rephrase that: Knowledge is power, if you're still alive. But, then again, there are different types of settings, or circumstances. Thus the rephrase is not applicable to all situation. AICT... Then Psychology. All that i can do now, is wait and pray for the best. To be honest i have not done much to get a good outcome for this examination. I, in the first place, merely wanted to try it out. To test my skills too. But, as always, exam is a 'drag'. Sucks being at the bad side of the road when everyone else is enjoying their life. But, i am not alone. My fellow 'dude', Mutzakkir, if you are reading this, then... sucks to be you. I know the feeling dude. Bitching on floor laughing my ass off. It feels inappropriate giving a personal message to a person in a blog entry. Well to hell with it. 12.12am. 7 hours until hell school, and exam.

Death is overated nowadays. though, the average death per day is about a thousand or even more. Still, some deaths are more important than others. For instance, the death of michael jackson. His death is known to the world. I see death as the quickest escape to everything. It's like, quitting a video game. Though, there is no new game in this game of life. Like everybody said,You Only Live Once. Death... a martyr's death would be nice.