Two years ago at this point of time, I looked at O levels and said to myself, " oh gosh, I am never ever going to study like this again in my life ". I meant it, and studying two weeks for the o levels was a big deal for me at that time. I told myself I would never put myself into such torture again. yet ironically, I find myself right in front of a formidable enemy. One that surpasses the O levels in all means by a huge huge huge amount. I worry for myself.

Secondary school life was one big horrible mess for me. Thankfully, Junior College was much much better. Old habits die hard, I still skip school, have a bad reputation with the discipline com and so on. I think this is mainly due to the school being more laid back. My grades are equally horrible throughout and it seems like the pattern have to repeat. Last minute work will save me again, just like how it did always, psle, o levels and everywhere.

Doodling in night study is inevitable. But I think I'm starting to enjoy studying. I enjoying leveled myself up, and gaining stat bonuses, gaining weapons and armors. It is actually more than studying, more than what it seems to be. There is fun in it, if I really look closely.

The talk during assembly really displaced my train of thoughts a little. First, not everyone will get into university. Everyone knows it. However, it is already evident who will or will not. It is just an inconvenient truth.

I would say I just have to enjoy my last few weeks of official school life. After prelims, everything will go haywire and soon enough after the papers have been marked, returned and analyzed it would be the last final month of buffing up our levels to fight the ultimate A'fflicted levels. It's been a wild two years of fun laughter peace and bridge. (though I don't find myself associated with the bridge gang). School was partly enjoyable (or bearable) because of certain people around us. True enough, in our class alone, there are the good, the bad and the unintelligent. True enough, again it is evident but inconvenient so I shall spare the flamethrower.

I think one of the greatest wonders of our class is what should be known as the pinnacle of asininity. And along with it, some side dishes of repulsive, nauseating characters.

It is a fact that cannot be denied, not subjected to the subject of the thin line between opinion and fact.

It's either time to sleep or to study. I am more inclined to the former.