Faith.

It's like a totally boring week that I can't imagine going through. It's powerpoint and more powerpoint, in preparation for my DRM presentation. IA sucks big time. The only time I enjoy or maybe dread less is when I'm not doing my own work. Other people's work is fine, but not mine alone. Sounds illogical but I guess I've gotta blame myself for it. I don't give myself enough credit for my own work. For me self-praise is disgrace, not just no praise. Crap. I'm in those lousy mood days again. For once I can say I rather be in school! Exams so what? 1 month and it's over. IA? 22 weeks of agony, especially when you are doing everything from scratch learning entirely foreign things. Puiz. Unlike my dear friend in Stockholm, I'm not in depression, I'm more like in a sadist mode. The thought of smashing up something feels kinda good. Not trying to promote violence, but just teaching people not to bottle up. *gRinz*

Anyway can't wait to see the results for tomorrow morning's match. By the time I'm awake, the outcome would have been set. Manchester United vs Roma. Please la Man U, please win ok? If not I'll be damn sian tomorrow at work. Pray. Let faith be a strong enough energy to score a goal or two for my dear Man U. Glory!