I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.

Pictures, photographs.
Such powerful tools to evoke all too familiar feelings.

A couple of minutes ago, I was in the bath, and it struck me.

This is officially the last year I'm wearing school uniform. And this notion scares me. It's just that somehow, I've always equate school uniforms with being young and all, it reminds you that you're schooling. The thought that next year, I'm gna be sitting in some humongous lecture hall listening to some old professor droning on about some alien stuff (trust me, my inability to comprehend will still pursue) makes me feel almost... old.

Yes, as much as I wna enjoy my last pre college year (wearing schook uniform and feeling young) I know this is just another one of those silly envisagement we all hope at the beginning of the year. Right, mission impossible when there's A levels, a rather nice euphemism to sweat blood and tears. I not gna lock myself in the closet but I'm gna try hard enough. Have faith and hope that history will not repeat itself.

Actually, 2010 has been awesome. Some hiccups in the along the year but it's alright now. I was devastated by my O's results but then musing about it, I wouldn't change a thing. I wouldn't switch school right now if I'm presented with the better prospect. SA is awesome. Enough said, Somewhere around midyear, another bump but it's alright now because I've learnt to make better judgements. Other than these, not bad actually! Heh, and thumbs up to amazing friends!

So yeap, that's enough frission to keep me hanging on in 2011. Anyway, today is your lucky day. If it isn't obvious enough, I only update about once a month.

I swear this is a totally unexpected and impromptu post. I was just back from a very satisfying meal of Yong Tau Fu and I realised my laptop is still on and somehow magically (ha!) I stumbled here after what it seems like ice ages ago. The last time I remembered bearing the urge to write was approximately 3 weeks ago after stinky PW have ended and all I had was these wicked notions to self declare liberation. But if it isn't obvious enough, such an entry sadly does not exist.

Work attachment at a vet clinic just ended for me. I won't mention the name of the clinic here in case they have the auto tracking thingy which I've no idea what's called. It was alright I guess. It wasn't a stupendous or eye opening experience but it wasn't disappointing either. Basically, it's a lot of observations on our parts and less on practical. The thing is, I was hoping that after this experience, it'll help to make up my mind but right now, i'm back to square one baby. I see nothing that disgust me (not even after all the surgeries that I've witness during my stay) but I don't see anything that fuels my passion as well. Honestly speaking, it was a lot more stronger a few years back. Musing about feasibility and financial constrains maybe I don't know what I want after all.

But then again, more often than not, I don't know what I want.

Anyway, didn't manage to find anymore decent indie bands out on the net anymore. But maybe it's because I've became really picky. Like it must contain the all essential elements - Lead must have rough edgy voice, lyrics must be angsty enough (complete antithesis to Taylor Swift's) and good beat. Framing Hanley is an excellent example, perfect remedy for a shitty day I kid you not.