Awesome, I woke up at 11:23AM this morning.

We had our GP prelims yesterday, right smack in the middle of the week. And I'm positive I screwed my essay component up. Whatever possessed me to choose the question I did, I will never know. Damn stupid lah! (I don't know if I'm referring to myself or the question, probably both.) But I realised that I really need to start reading stuff on general world issues and whatnot.

I fell for the lamest prank yesterday night. It's the type of prank that you'd know was a prank the moment you heard/saw it. And like everything else, I had the honour of falling for it. I'm still feeling mightily embarrassed though. (I hope you feel guilty, you head-on-the-bench!)

I probably should get down to work soon, I know I haven't got much time left, but it just hasn't registered. The weather's so perfect for strolling around though. Or watching loads of DVDs. Or reading some nice book in bed.

Time's gone by so fast. Proper tutorials and lectures have ended. It's pretty much our own space and time to study from now on. Mark asked me if I'll miss this place when I leave, and you know what, I think I will. I won't miss running to the bus-stop and tripping over my own feet and falling down in the process, or the 45-minutes journey, but I'll miss sitting at the sit-up benches every morning. I'll miss each and everyone of the basketball girls, their idiosyncracies and our friendship. I'll miss trudging up five flights of stairs to get to the Econs classroom, and Emmalyn's bitter complaints. I'll miss Mr. Tan's lessons, in which he never fails to bring up Manchester United some way or another. I'll miss European History lectures and our appreciation of Wagner and Handel. I'll miss Mrs. Gan's soft-spoken demeanour, and her loud burtsts of laughter. I'll even miss the smoke in Miss Victor's lessons.

I'll miss eating fishballs that look like my face, and drinking bitter cups of coffee to keep awake. I'll miss worshipping Reena (in her words) and her famous phrase, "I slap you ah!" which she declares more than once a day, but has yet to make good her word. I'll miss Zhiying's ball-ripping songs and her "We'll be back in a jiffy". I'll miss the whole food gang, The Life of P.B. Chan and Her Arch-Nemesis, The Incinerator, Ling Hui, Ellis' tininess, The Cronies, and our birthday celebrations and crayon cards. I'll miss spending half my time blowing flies away at night while studying, having my own earpiece unceremoniously stuffed into my ear and only leaving school when's it's pitch-black.

I could never regret coming here.

And it's now 1pm, and I really need to start doing something.
Till the next time.