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A Beautiful Mess

Friday, November 14, 2008

O Levels has come to an end. All those nights rummaging through the tattered textbooks and notes with a plate of MacDonald's meal by my side to satisfy my growling hunger is finally over. I became nocturnal with all these late night habits. Hearing things that aren't there, playing spooky online games(http://www.hotel626.com/), chatting with dear seniors and friends, was how I used to roll at night. And now, I guess it's time for me to close the book with this chapter and move on to better things in life.

I can't believe that I'm saying this but I miss studying. I used to hate studying. All those flipping of pages with unwavering concentration made me so sick of studying. But you what people say, when you start to be good at what you do, you naturally love it. I guess I pulled off a huge gamble with myself. I told myself: "Don't worry too much, you're going to do well at O Levels" when I got predictable stinky results. Well now at least I outdid myself. I think I did better than at Preliminary Exams. So I'm looking forward to uhh..better results than Prelims.

You guys want to know what's my opinion about O Levels? Actually I love O Levels a lot. This might sound crazy and absurd but that's how I really feel. O Levels is neither a chore nor a duty, it's like a game. Either you make it or break it. It's a once in a lifetime experience for all, unless you count yourself unlucky and you have to retake it. Sure, it's tiring but the experience is memorable. Can you remember when is the last time you study this hard and it's just to enter an institution? All those nights when you call your friend to confirm the colour of the precipitate, telling him to try out a Math question in the Ten-Year-Series and discussing which factor of Singapore Governance is the most important...Man you don't get better suffering than this.

So what now, you ask.

I don't know.

While I'm standing in my School Band room, studying the musical notes on my music score, my friends are out there working. My friends are now working in Tampines Mall's NTUC, selling beef during the Christmas period, earning $4.50 per hour for 7 hours. He said he could make approximately $800 every month. I don't know how true is that. Trust me, I haven't done the calculations so I've no idea.

My room is probably in the worst state at this time. Books are all stacked according to their subjects and I don't feel like cleaning them up. And I'm in the worst condition ever. I'm half asleep all the time with long sideburns sporting out and hair cut appointment ain't due til next year January, unless my parents make me go to the barber.

Oh man, I'm gonna look like total shit in the coming months.

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