Well, finally the end of the secondary 3 term. Feels kindof dead now, but its amazing how time passes. Just reconsidering every aspect of secondary 3 life and realised it didn't end up with as much things as I had initially thought. The year with the most rides on the emotional wave but yet again, perhaps thats just due to the developing mind. Definitely a year where I gave up alot of things through contemplation and decisions, at which sometimes I wonder what it would have turned out if I didn't decide. Oddly, I don't seem to feel any form of catharsis from the moment Mr Yeoh waved his hands off in a flurry to dismiss us all. A holiday we don't get to live much of? But its the most of a break we can seep out of our student organizers jampacked with discussions.

Was dicussing one day one day on how perhaps RGS girls are too mugger. Perhaps I should testify to this, to which once the holiday comes everything just feels so relaxed that my conscious mind seems to be mentally berating me for committing a heinous crime. Of course, perhaps its just how I'm wired but not doing anything's just pretty much out of the dictionary :/ So for now its just sleep and escaping my clockwork cycle before I miss my chance.