Today was a great day. I donated blood. I felt fantastic. Though I was a bit nauseated and dizzy afterward, I think if I get the chance to donate again, I will. And hopefully, I'll remember to tell the nurse that I have a low threshold for pain so she'd use more painkiller. Erks.

I told my dad about my mid year results already. He didn't scold me. Nope. Nothing that resembled rage. Instead, it was quiet disappointment. And instead of relieving my burden, I think he added on to it. I think the worst I could do in life is to disappoint my father in my academics, particularly when I know he slogs not only to pay for my education but my future.

Mocks are in two weeks.

Prelims in four.

Talk about ball squeezing.

Well, it's time to take a deep breath and jump in. Time to sink my feet in and slog like a horse.

And added on to the fact that there's a particular someone that has issued a rather blatant challenge where he/she mentions no name as to who he/she's opposing but comes off rather stupidly obvious. In my opinion, the rather weak ambiguity is partly for me, so I think doing well in my coming exams would satisfy me greatly.

And if I made a sorely presumptous mistake, from what I've learnt today, it'll still give me immense pleasure. The thought of it is strangely... orgasmic. I mean this in the most innocent of ways of course.

I shall bide my time before I can rub it into your face. And this time, I won't be bothered that I do well. Because, I think he/she forgets that two can play the game of hypocrisy.

PS: Gennie, Yeu, Iz, Char, Nana, after you read this, please find some way (msn, phone, sms) to contact me after you read this.