[ a morbid fascination that borders on obsession. ]
Friday, September 29, 2006 i'd reckon.
All is not lost. However there is little room for redemption. Just a month left for a meagre salvation. This is the stark, grim and bleak reality. Nothing can be harsher and down-to-earth than this. Again the battle-cry was sounded, but a premature setback ensued. Its akin to swimming against a current only to end up where you started. I'm beaten, battered, bruised. But, this is not the end of the road.
If one word could sum of my frustrations: exasperation. The tables haven't turned and the odds are stacked even higher. The avenues are running dry and so is my peseverence. Perhaps its true that Mdm Ler said that we have low thresholds. I'm just not trying hard enough. Simple as that. Although i'm inclined to deviate the heat on myself, i refuse to point the finger at anybody except myself(the second, not middle mind you).
Well, not point staying uptight. A quick post mortem and back to business. Time is indeed worth its weight in gold right now. The end is in sight. I have tripped once. Stumbled twice. But i shall not falter.