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"For goodness, growing to a plurisy,
Dies in his own too much." - Claudius (Hamlet)

with every day that passes by, I wonder what I've done, I wonder if my friends ever think of what life will be like after the all-important As. I really didn't think I could ever even miss being in a school that for all its mindblowingly, ridiculously stellar track records, was a bloody hellhole for me in secondary school. I came into rjc with the notion that life would pretty much get even worse because on top of the shit that I'd have to go through again in jc, there'd be the added stress of As.

I found a life nothing like the one that I'd expected :) the people I found are truly worth going to school for, and even though I still wonder what life would have been like if I'd chosen to go to a polytechnic like I'd wanted to, I'm thankful to be blessed with the privilege of knowing such awesome people and calling them my friends. I'm proud to call you guys my friends.... I really do suck at saying it in person and showing it in real life, but you guys know that I love you, every single one of you :)

my life isn't so horrible that the only only only reason I go to school is my friends, but friends make up 90% of the reason why school is bearable right now. it'd honestly be that much harder if I had to go to school with the same people, and had to be faced with three times the workload and fifteen times the pressure. I love you guys.

when I graduate, I know I'm going to miss every single one of you. the trips to the tuition center at bishan every single monday afternoon, the constant toilet rendezvous, the oh-so-exciting gp lessons, the canteen lunches, the library-mugging-cum-movie-watching sessions, the wtf?! pe lessons, the atmosphere of mugging in a75 that is so thick that I could penetrate it with... a stake (?!) every break, the constant lecture-ponning escapades, the lying on the ri astroturf staring up at the inkblack carpet that is the sky, the mugging-sessions-turned-confiding-sessions... aiya. I'm going to miss being in school.

I'll be blogging less now, for obvious reasons. I try to think about how thinking things over in seahist and assessing arguments in gp and pondering life's mysteries in lit is actually something I find intellectual pleasure in. I suppose that's the only way for me not to completely reject this whole mugging frenzy thing, I hate having to be judged by a piece of paper listing my achievements because I'm so much fucking more than that. but ohwell.

mugging is necessary. that's the sad reality. I hate it.

(notice I missed out econs and math. I don't find any intellectual pleasure AT ALL, AT ALLLL, I assure you, in these two subjects. aw. what a friggin pity.)