kill or be killed

Saturday was boring.

Sunday was relatively OK, with the F1 Race and all.
The previous night when I was watching the qualifying rounds I felt very pitiful for Alonso because he was in 15th position just because he's engine screwed up, which wasn't his fault.
But last night I didn't like Alonso. Because I felt like he didn't earn the 1st position with his own effort, with Piquet crashing, Massa falling so behind, that Force India guy crashing and Räikkönen crashing too.
I mean, obviously I didn't expect Alonso to stay and wait behind to ask, "How are you" to those who crashed, but still, it didn't seem fair.

Yesterday after school stayed behind with Irene to do crap.
Went home at around 4pm, bathed, ate, blahed.
Went AMK Hub to watch Babylon A.D.
I liked it. I just had a hard time figuring out some parts. Like how come out of the blue Arora can get pregnant.

But the storyline wasn't bad.
I liked the way Toorop spoke, like it was a dog-eat-dog world out there.
"Trust no one," he said.

It's a tough world out there huh.

Made speech today during Lang Arts.
Did boring practical during Science.

And I just realised there's only 10 more days left.
I haven't started revising!
Zzz.

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I don't know how to put this into words.
I know it's impossible, somewhere inside I already knew.
I'm doing this to lessen the pain, so don't blame me.
It'll still be hurtful for me, but damn, it'll definitely be better this way.