unacceptable. simply unacceptable. i don't know what stings more, getting grades that suck or knowing i could have done better. somehow, the desire to not lose is far greater than the desire to win. i got alot more than i deserved given the amount of time i put into studying seriously, but based on that fact alone, i know i deserve better. giving in this time only means that i've given up. if you think i've given up, then you're right. you win. i give up. i concede defeat. you are better than me, and there's no way i'm going to go around that fact by sitting around hoping luck will get me by, because it won't. not anymore. you beat me hands down this time. you are smarter than me and it's going to take the hell out of me to overcome that.

the humble pie is all mine, and i'm not going to enjoy having every bite of it. it only goes to show the best way to shut your critics up is to shut up, and let the grades do the talking. i think i've been going around with all talk and very little action. alot of white noise, but no substance. yes i concede defeat. no point trying to save what's left of my pride, and pretend that i'm still better than you.

from here on out, it's fair game. smartness only gets you so far. when it comes down to the crunch, nothing else is going to matter except how badly you want it and how much you're prepared to sacrifice for it. this one hurts, but it only makes me want it even more. all this time i've been playing a fool, thinking i could get by. you're no pushover, so am i. i've never really given myself a chance to take one good shot at you. i'm not even worried about those who want my neck, all i'm concerned with is taking yours and getting to the top. maybe it's my ego, but i can't accept that you're the one taking all the honours, when no one is really giving you a run for it. i've learnt that nothing comes by for free, it's time you should too. maybe i'm a little foolish and a lot naive, but if i don't do anything about it, i will never know. i'm sorry i have to break it to you, but it's a cut-throat business here and the only good friend is a dead friend. i'm might turn out to be a person for the worse, but i'll just have to deal with that later. right now, there are scores to settle.

there are some that are impossible, but you're not impossible, not by a long shot. this might sound like, and turn out to be, a whole lot of wind. if you want to stick around and find out, be my guest. i never liked to give my adversaries a headstart, but this one is due given. i'm telling you now, i'll make up for it, and more. really, this one is cutting too close. it's too late in the game to start thinking about the what-ifs. don't even think about it. do now, talk later. it's going to push me over the edge, not like everything else hasn't already. time is running out. be honoured. because i'm not doing this for myself, i'm doing this for you. just to prove i'm better than you. i have nothing to lose, even if i still lose in the end. i'll walk away from this fight with my head up high and my pride in my hands. i'll live to fight another day. be afraid. because if i'm going to do half of what i say i'm going to do, you have every reason to be afraid. and last but not least, be warned. this is not going to be fun, for you and for me. the one who wants it more will get it, and believe me when i say: i want it. i want it bad. not just for the sake of getting it, but i want to beat you. you heard me right. i want you to know a fight is coming, and there's nothing you can do about it. face up to the challenge or crumble. i know what i have to do. shut up, and let the grades do the talking. you have been warned. now bring the rain.