Today was one of the slowest days ever... I suspect tomorrow, being my last day here in SMU, will be the worst. I've started on my SIP report already and I want to finish it by this sunday. Hopefully I can. I've really been looking forward to the end of attachment. Then I'll be able to focus more on my work in the XS committee and also on my band. Have to start preparing for Stasis V in December.

I think I might have a phobia of having too high expectations of something. I wonder if there's a term for it. Its like I don't dare to wait to eagerly for an event. Maybe its because I had the biggest letdown of my life last year? Whatever the case, I must remember to keep my focus. I must remember my goal and I must keep striving towards it. Cos if I lose that, I lose meaning in life.

Went to watch Singapore Vs. Palestine at Jalan Besar Stadium just now. Nice stadium, nice crowd, LAME MATCH. It ended 0-0... I think the some of the supporters were more entertaining than the players on the field. They come up with 'smart' things to say to the players, the referee, the linesmen. Singapore's soccer is a sad case. I was telling Gerald & Andy after the match. Goal 2010 can kiss my backside...

From backsides to prayer... Lynette asked me to do pre-service prayer for this sunday... About youth camp. Nervous as usual. Must prepare... I think I'll do that on friday morning when I go to Changi Airport to spend time with God. I want to write the 2nd half of my poem as well. Gotta go sleep soon... Manchester Vs. Rangers tonight at 2 plus... Dunno whether I should wake up to watch...

::: Quote of the Day :::
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
|Shakespeare|

::: Lyric of the Day :::
I'm not scared that I will tire of her
She takes me out into the beautiful love
I'm not sure just what it means
From a whisper to a scream

I get scared that she will tire of me
Tell a lie and break my heart into three
I'm not sure just what it means
From a whisper to a scream

I'm not scared now when I walk through the storm
I'll come home and I'll find strength in your arms
I'm not sure just what I mean
From a whisper to a scream

I'm not scared now when I'm having to leave
I'll come home and I'll find strength when I breathe
I'm not sure just where I've been
From a whisper to a scream