I wish I could say 'I did better than expected, it's good enough', or even 'I didn't do better than expected, but it's still good enough'. Yet again, I didn't expect anything, so we'll just leave it as 'it's good enough'. It still hasn't hit me that the end of the RGS-in-Rachel's-Life era has plunked itself right infront of my face. I just feel. Old, and very much free (considering I have completely given up on studying for my HMT).

Its quite pathetic actually, my studying process has been going along the lines of this:
1. Taking out stacks of chinese notes
2. Sorting them out into "Important" and "Not Important"
3. Throwing away the "Not Important" (Yes, throwing away. I see Yishy and Celene laughing.)
4. Flipping through a few notes from the "Important" pile
5. Storing them in a pretty folder.

This process has repeated itself exponentially for the past week resulting in the "Important" stack now consisting of merely 6 pages of tuition notes and school notes. (Kindof too late, but if you desperately needed chinese notes, you'd find my entire year's work in the rubbish chute of my condominium.) So its back to confirming the fact that unlike all the closet muggers out there frantically chionging, I have. Given up. Totally. (Yay me!)

Meanwhile I'm forcing myself to wake up and start deciding on my JC subject choices. Once again in my bid for my Doctor Dream I am going to take 2 sciences. And then ponder about the rest. Choices, choices, choices. Leaving you no choice but to choose.

Labels: Studies, Thoughts