On the other planes of Vasudha-land,

1) Official War has been declared with the leader of the brat posse,LIZ (short for Zen-Initaited Loser reversed) though diplomatic relations still remain, albeit precarious. Latest meeting enused in chaos and vulagarities being exchanged.

2) A traitor has been found within our aliies. AHEM. We know who you are. And, you are either with us or with them (statement issued to add pizzaz to otherwise mundane news flash)

3) Crisis may enuse due the inherent lack of ability of the premier to reconcile with second central authority. For the first time in Vasudha Land history, ground command has been moved to FLUNKCON 1. The next level would be disastrous to contemplate. Citizens are warned to remain on guard for volatile mood swings of the Premier.

Ok, this is getting tiring, shall attempt to study for his S despite severe underqualification.

Well, its been 6 days since i turned 18 and I'm still waiting for some epiphany to strike. So far, it seems to be MIA . 18 when you're 18 and 18 when you're 13 is two different things indeed. I'm still missing the great things that I would have done and all the partying. The only thing that seems consistent is the workload. As Di and I were discussing, there's this increased sense of dissatisfaction that's plauging us. The constant feeling of not not maximising full potenitial where there's a huge deflationary gap present. Operation at the frontier of my production possibilty curve is absent. I know this feeling has been niggling on at the back of my mind since the start of the year and I know I'm not doing anything to change it but whining. It irritates me when I see people achieving when we are at the same standing but yet, I consciously do not fault them for their successes. I just can't face up to my inadequacy of not performing to the best of my abilities. And that irks me. Because, I'm drifting and cramming BUT at the same time, I don't know what I'm good at. There is no tangible proof of my ability other than being a motor mouth. I'm scared because I have so many ideas but not enough guts to follow through with them because sadly tempered with my impulsiveness. paradoxically, is a worrisome temperment.

I hate introspection.

Worse still, I hate it when it comes attached with the birthday blues. foo