I want to say something...

...but I don't know what to say. With about 56 minutes to kill till I start work again, I've finally found some time in my slightly hectic schedule (for the past week, that is!) to put things on the table.

Past week had been pretty stressful really: replacement classes, interview & debate. And I don't think the coming week will be better either, even though it's Reading Week. I would love the much-needed break, but sadly speaking I think I'll have to work my butt off and catch up. And lets not think about Easter when I'll tune to the seriously antisocial mode. I'll be wiped off people's social radar.

That aside, I think there are some things I want to say. The debate was excellent - the participants were amazing, truly of a high standard, far more capable than I envisioned. Not one was merely mediocre - each participant had their own flavour and skill put to test. It was just amazing, and each and everyone of them had my respect. For I don't think I could have handled everything that they had been through: preparation for both sides of arguments, handling POIs, being impromptu and fluent.

I am getting quite sick of the spaghetti that I've been eating non-stop. I've even finished one whole packet of spaghetti in ONE week (not alone, but still!). I'm going to lay off it for a while. Similarly, instant noodles too. I need to do my face some justice.

Jay Chou's songs never get old. I believe they'll be evergreen - somewhat like songs by Richard Marx, Bryan Adams, Righteous Brothers. I believe, as with most people, songs remind you a particular period of your life. His songs still do. But I've come to realise, perhaps, after a very very long time, it sometimes is no longer that way. And then, when it plays, it becomes new, waiting for another memory to be created.

I dislike the splint that I am having to wear on my right hand. I have my doubts about it looking cool :( Problem is, even with the splint, I continue hitting & banging my right pinkie everywhere. Looks like I have to keep it on for a moment.

Before the exams (in May?) begin, let me just say this: I'm not that smart. Em, no, I fall far than that. I've got not an idea, a hint, as to where I went wrong. Don't misunderstand, as I really am alright. Because it is true, when you don't have expectations, you don't have much disappointments. When you don't believe, it doesn't seem so harsh. Cruel reality that I have come to embrace...though it still doesn't help to answer where did I go wrong. What did I do. What did I not do. What had happened?

Any glimmer of hope awaits me?....