I don't studying very much,

not very much at all.

After Kim left this morning, and I doodled around a little with my philosophy notes, I decided I had enough. And went to CFA to bang on the piano. I couldn't wait to play again.

I shall go for a run later before I get back. Just running up the slope at PGP yesterday left me so huffing and panting. Sigh. And I remembered the crazy days of running up the NUH steps, up and down, up and down, up and down. Now I feel like the snail which my friend decided to tatoo onto my arm with a pen.

If I had a choice, I would do nothing but play piano, read newspapers, and run, run, run.

Yesterday, we talked about Nanyang, Hwa Chong. Everything seemed so different then. Granted, I was about to tear my hair off during O/A levels, but it was easy to accept- that it was part and parcel of being a student in Singapore. We spoke of teachers, and I wondered, what would the teachers I looked up to think of me now?

Next semester, I shall do something different. I'll choose one module which I'm really really really interested in, and just take it, enjoy it, without worrying whether my grade is in the grasp of my hands. (that's what S/Us are for, haha)

I like neatness, really. But everything is so messy now!