[ Memoirs of a klutz ]

If you can look at love objectively and reason through it, then you're not in love.

3 weeks without playing soccer.. my life is on a steep decline.

On a slightly happier note, I finally bought myself a new bag. rummaged thru the entire far east plaza, yet failed to find That One.. settled for another out of desperation. Shall not waste my time searching for bags again.

Cost a fuckin fifty bucks... not so happy after all. Paid for it thru NETS, so that I won't be overly affected by the amount, till i observe the minute change of number in the monthly account statement.

Numbers fluctuate all the time anyway. My derived world of illusions.

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As seen on one of those motivational calenders on the sister's table.

ENTHUSIASM
Enthusiasm is the mother of effort, and without it, nothing great was ever achieved.

... smart. That explains alot of things, if you think about it.

Explains how I can sleep for 2 hours and jump up at 7.30am to play soccer till noon, yet impossible to sit down and read my notes for an hour after sleeping for 9.

Enthusiasm.

The same kind of 9 hours as the 2 that gave me boundless energy to run about for 4 hours. fucking maths again.. everything's an inequality.

I should get one of those calenders.