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The CTs are coming, and strangely I feel nothing about them (which explains my chem, my maths, and above all my chinese marks >.<) But its true, innit? Coming home at the ungodly hour of four pee em, when I can actually see my house in daylight, it kinda screws up the clock up there. Usually what I do is fall right asleep for half an hour before starting, but this time I fall asleep and don't wake up, which leaves me with EXACTLY THE SAME AMOUNT OF TIME TO MUG AS BEFORE.

Oh wait I can feel it coming... higher, higher, more, MORE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARCCCCCCCCCCCCCKPANICPANICPANICPANIC

ok finished. it'll be over in eight bloody days anyway, and we can finally start our grand schemes

also went swimming today!

1. I don't have to worry about looking bad 'cause there are always at least six middleaged men who look FAR worse, which begs the question
1.5. OHCRAP am I going to look like THAT when I become middle aged >>><<<
2. The water tastes funny. Too many little kids peeing into it or something, but whatever it is you don't want to drink too much of it. (or else you vomit, and it uh. goes right back into the pool again. oh okay I understand now)
3. No swimsuit models where I go, unfortunately (DAMM YOU GEOFF)
4. The pool is a lot shallower at the ends, so I donated quite some blood when I jumped in (ok you REALLY don't want to drink the water)

I seem to be rediscovering the joys of my childhood. Swimming was one of the few things I did, until I stopped in p2 and inflated.

It gives you a lot of time to think, so I made a few decisions.

I guess this year has fallen short of expectations, especially since I told myself in January that things were gonna change. They haven't, not as much as I wish they could. Then again I said the same thing in 2004, 2003, so it doesn't come as a surprise, really.

I've really been (ok I'm going to use the word here) slacking these past few months. ok guys you're probably going to kill me over this but really, there's so much I could have done and ended up not doing, like a rocking SMP, like becoming BM (i'll be honest haha), like winning Eureka, like falling in love.

And its really bitter now that you look back on it, 'cause you've wasted all that time, and in the end its all your fault. Its only human to procrastinate, only human to slack, only human to feel complacent, but HELL 'man if that's human I don't wanna be human.

But now the air is heavy with the scent of OPPORTUNITY, and there's no way I'm going to miss it.

1. BAND
Always my biggest committment, and always will be. Its a hell of a task, and some people are going to get hurt real bad, but in the end its my band, its our band, and we're going to make good what those people screwed up. Disillusionment if it goes awry? I haven't considered that, really, but I'm hoping it doesn't happen =p

Hey I gave up LDP for it so it'd better be good.

I'm thinking of getting a private tutor, 'cause I have absolutely no idea how good I am right now. Alternatives? =D

2. Same old, same old. Become a more likeable person, master the fine arts of witty engaging conversation, STOP stammering, know e^x, where x is beeg number, more people, really DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

3. Watched National Science Challenge today (a duty, yes), was covered in profound shame. TAKE THAT TITLE AND KEEP IT, along with uh.

CHAOS
EUREKA
VJC
CB PAUL MEMORIAL
NUS PHYSICS OPEN HOUSE
... and other unimportant ones that nevertheless have nice prizes

Hah actually I gave up LDP in the hopes that biopolis would forget the incident with the keycards and centrifuges and let me work there =D

4. LEARN

Just learning really. I'm getting more interested in the creative arts and such, especially MUSIC and writing. Heh really regret not learning earlier (hence the embarassing THEORY: NIL line on syo application), but there's always time. Plus the guitar would be nice, and the drums, and the keyboard. Singing is probably a lost cause though >.<

And I'd like to learn to write. I've seen people laugh, cry because of a piece of paper, imagine the power.

->-> SYO MUST GET IN PIAH PIAH PIAH

And that's about it, really. At the end of next year, I DO NOT want to be remembered for nothing more than a 4.0 GPA, like half my class now (gragh bloody idiots wasting your life away). If michael could do any of those other things, michael would die happy, happier than mr-sixteen-point-seven (OW).

I leave you with a face to remember me by:



Carpe Jugulum.