Bleah, South East Asian History is boring to the MAX.
Can't even begin to start reading and I fall asleep.
Got too damned fed up, plus my dad is going about his usual stubborn nonsense that just makes me want to strangle him. Not only is he mad. He insists that my brother be taught his way, which is outdated. Its not about sticking to tradition (not that I think tradition is wonderful), its a mutating syllabus la.
Zzz my brother is probably going to normal and I can't help him.
Anyhow I would have lost my cool so I went for a jog which eventually degraded into a walk and eventually I sat down at a bench around the middle of Toa Payoh to Bishan.
Saw this damn cool dad who apparently made this cart thingy, bicycle attached to it and it was dragging another cart behind. His daughter was sitting in the back. Damn cool la.
If I didn't have the company of my friends I'd be so lifeless.
I'm tired and I'm so alone
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The Will to Win
If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it,
If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry and cheap for it,
If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it
If gladly you'll sweat for it
Fret for it
Plan for it
Lose all your terror of God or man for it
If you'll simply go after that thing that you want
With all your capacity
Strength and sagacity
Faith, hope, and confidence, stern pertinacity
If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body and brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want
If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You'll get it.
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