haha i clicked on the SMB message that was titled "H3 Maths ..." strange. anyway my chances of appealing for H3 is beyond meagre. but i tried anyway. no point being upset since things have already happened. it's about moving on, and building on this hard lesson learnt.

i remember musing earlier on about how i needed a rude awakening to start paying attention to my academics. i guess this is it. but taking the first step is always the hardest. well, let me just enjoy post-promo abit. after my Scotland BSP trip, it's soccer + study + work. okay work's just stretching it a little.

and my knee's cracking. giving out cracking sounds i mean. somehow i still feel like it's a long way to recovery but the heart's raring to go. rushing back to recovery isnt an option, as i found out the hard way in FOS. but i need to touch the ball soon or i'll literally sink into depression soon. it's "the great escape" from everything. i need at least this space for myself.

sometimes it all just keeps coming back to me. i remember the first time i watched her dance to the tune of "it's all coming back to me now". the song was equally as powerful as the dance. and it almost evoked tears. yup, i'm not someone to enjoys solitude and loneliness. that explains the melancholy at times because i probably keep everything to deep down now that she's gone.