WE DON'T HAVE TIME LEFT TO REGRET
The sudden realisation that it's all over is so surreal; as though I've woken from a dream. As I walked across the overhead bridge, it felt like walking on water. I couldn't walk straight. I'm not talking about alcohol overdose kinda walk. It's the absolute weightlessness and flight of freedom walk, like how princesses enter their golden palaces. As I was talking to Wilbert on the bus, it was both elation and anxiety. He kept talking about H2 grades and his predictions. It made me really worried, yet, I was so excited and relieved that the 24 day-long A levels is finally over. I felt like hugging him. But that would be so weird wouldn't it? Marissa might hammer me. Haha. I wouldn't do that obviously. But it just felt so good to know that someone felt the same fears before the exam and the same relief after it all.
Today's paper was okay. Comme ςi comme ςa. I started on my essays first. My first essay's fine but my second.... err... it was real crap translated into words on paper. I didn't even define what rational is. I just dived in straight and hit the bottom of the pool. I was left with 45 minutes for case study. Read it for 15 minutes and was left with u know how much time. But I managed to finish it in the end. These past 5 days were horribly draining. It was tiring but not the kinda fatigue you feel after playing a floorball match. After a match, you hardly get bored of it. In fact, you can't wait to get back on court and do your best again. The kinda fatigue I'm refering to, is the kind when the locomotive's engine refuses to chug anymore. I felt like giving up because I was so bored of reading the same thing over and over again and not being able to commit them to memory because my head was filled with so many other distractions!
Anyway, everybody,... I'm telling you that yunbing's voice is damn soft. She claims that she called us down to take a H3 class photo. Either she's lying or her voice is very soft. I mean Zhen, William and I weren't talking loudly or anything, so if she did shout our names from 1 level below, we would have heard okay... Now, once the photo is uploaded, I'm gonna photoshop our 3 faces in. We feel so unwanted, not part of the class. Nah, joking la. BUT BUT, I'm serious about the photoshopping thing huh.
I'm writing letters for prom. It's gotten me so excited! 4 years of memories in NJC. If only I could catalogue them and refer to them whenever I want. But everything's jumbled, I don't exactly remember the sequence of events. But I'm certain that they have left me a much happier person.
CLASS PHOTOS!
IPEE 1
Cus an empty room can be so loudThere's too many tears to drown them outJust hold on, hold on
