today, as i was on my way home, i happened to look out at my school from the bus's window.
i looked at the words "INNOVA JUNIOR COLLEGE", imaging myself still being a little teen.
a thought suddenly ran through my head, "isn't this what i yearn for, a few years back then?"
there's only one purpose of entering JC.
if i failed to meet the purpose, all the years of hard work will basically run down to the drain.
i wish to regain my energy again cause' fatigue and unwell-ness are bugging me here.
and it's really kind of serious.
i need plenty plenty of sleep.
aahh.
my finger is hurting.
my throat is so dry and itchy that i start to cough every now and then.
what's wrong?
my results were bad enough and definitely, there are more to come.
i'm really sick.


hard work is inversely proportional to achievement.