Well, safe to say today I passed my first major test, the mid-terms. But this time it's kinda weird, as there was no pressure from my part, no sweaty hands, no running around like an headless chicken (well, I ran around in a threadmill earlier, but not around) or heart feeling like it's about to burst despite the fact that I'm fully convinced that my legs are standing still on the ground and there's not death lurking around the corner. Nop, I didn't even studied hard for it. And I had time to play soccer the night before, and go to gym few hours earlier before the exam itself. I can almost safely say that I did as good if not better than a lot of other guys out there today, and though it's not something I'm proud of saying, I think I did good.

Well, I'm kinda suprised that people actually comes to me and ask for answers :O ... And I know me, I'm far from the first guy you will want to run up and ask for answers in the first place :O ... And they seemed to held themselves in joy when they realised that the answer I gave was the one they wanted in the first place :O ... but even more strange, I was bloody right in both occasions !!!! This is too much for me I can tell you, first I did well in the exam, now people think I'm a good student and all ... WHEN WILL IT STOPP!!!????

Anyway, England lost much to my joy. Beaten by France, the team I told my friends would reach the finals of the Euro 2004. Yes, once every 2 years, all the gamblers gather around for a chance to blow their weekly wages on 22 men kicking a ball around try to put it into a net. Yes, the one reason for gamblers to jump-start their dead habit, because "only once every 4 years leh" ... As one of my good friends who stayed up to burst one of his blood glands watching England stupidly missed a penalty then sending their best player on field for their worst player in team to concede 2 goals in injury time, he said "Exams comes once every 4 months, this comes every 4 years man !!" ..or something to that effect. And he might be quite right. But, I've lost the backbone interest in football. One of my friends reacted in shocked when I said I still is playing a goalkeeper for my futsal team, but I haven't watched a full football match in like, 4-5 months. How I still play Championship Manager (in which you controls a football team) or PES3 (kinda like Fifa 2004 but way better) but yet hasn't had an decent crave to watch a football match. Why ? Well, I simply think because there isn't that kind of atmosphere that you get when you truly gets to see a team your pour your heart and soul into. Man Utd? Sure I support them and will argue until my neck strain against anyone who called me a glory hunter, but that feelings lost. Call me whatever you want, I can't be arsed to argue much anymore. I've stopped noticing players, wanting to know the news around the footballing world or even tried to as much as cared what the score was or is .... That's how jaded I've become about football. I don't seem to remember the reason why, but maybe it has something to do with the fact that I've moved on. Its simply me. I've never held the same interest in a subject (other than "love") more than a few years, and mybe this is where they cycle changes hand. Yep. I'm still trying to find out what my new obsession is, but by gosh I will have one.

Well, one of my friends inquired about my love life today. He laughed at my face when I tell him I'm still single.... That will be something I'd be left pondering for the rest of the day as I enjoy a round of Gunbound and some DVDs I bought but never gotten around to watch. Night.