It is 12.08 midnight now and I'm still awake. Tomorrow is my maths mid year paper. I'm tensed. After updating this post, I will be continuing my maths practice on certain maths topic. After that, I am all prepared for tomorrow's event.

I went mugging with boyfriend this afternoon, at Starbuck. I bought caramel frap for the both of us and I hate it. Hahahahaha. I drank one quarter of it and the rest of the liquid is now at boyfriend's stomache. Probably it has been digested. Hahahahaha.

I went crazy while mugging. I couldn't really focus with what I did. The thoughts of winning zimah for maths was so strong that it disturbed my mind from focusing. I stopped practicing and talked to boyfriend. Believed me, I was VERY MAD. Boyfriend knew how mad I was this afternoon.

Fear of defeats. Thats me, but I guess I have to stop fearing of it. Failure is the mother of success. I cannot be perfect because NOTHING is perfect. I must learn to accept my mistakes and work on it, not dwell on it. The secret of life is to fall 7 times and to get up 8 times. Making mistakes or failing doesn't mean THE END. So for tomorrow's maths test, I will give my best. The way I practice today will somehow show my results later. If the results is negative, that means I need to work extra harder. Everything happens for a reason. In life, there's purpose.

And now, I would like to end my post and continue mugging for a lil bit more and I'm done for tonight. Sleep tight earthlings. May god bless all of you.

9:09 AM
Yours truly.