Rainy, rainy, cold and shivery, wet, wet... Er. I want to go to IKEA and eat chicken wings. *skips around but frowns at the sight of the scene outside*

Nevertheless, it's purdy nice in a sense. Yesterday, i had fun slapping my slipper clad feet in puddles along Orchard Road. The feeling of the chilly, sloshy water flowing in and out again between my toes was refreshing, plus, i loved the way the water sprung up a few centimetres from the ground in a little sprinkly wave. (but point to note, do not attempt childhood rain fun behind richly dressed stranger.)

After a while, i got tired of opening and closing the brolly, and so i began to walk in the rain, not caring that i could hide under my sis's. The rain drops were big ole fat ones, heavy and shrieky-cold, but i enjoyed getting drenched. It's so liberating.

My memories of december was always that of rain, while january and february have always been that of clear, blue and sunny skies with sparse white clouds that bear no message of rain. That, and gusty winds that make me raise my face to stare into the beauty of the stereotypical high place we all call The Heavens.
Hmph. The climate's going wonky, if you ask me.

It's the kind of weather that encourages depressed people in their certain grim purposes, the kind of weather that, in the Northern Hemispheric context, causes a rise in deaths.

I've always had a penchant for talking about things that somehow find its way to Death.

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After my 1st year in Uni during which i slogged and mugged for a good 8 months or so, i totally collapsed from exhaustion during the 4 months of break that led into 2005. And my engine of motivation never found its way to resume its momentum. I attribute that to the insane length of the academic year without a strategic June break and the long holiday which put me in a most inefficient frame of mind. And sadly, i stayed in that mentality for the whole of 2005, which gave me my cat and dog grades, although i still praise the Lord, because i really didn't deserve to pass.

This year, it's different. The engine's running, i feel focused, i am motivated. My lousy grades from the last two modules did nothing to give me discouragement, but instead has fueled my desire to do better, or at least, to correct the wrong areas in my life, get into shape to try harder. I don't have much time left in school and i need that nice looking cert if i am going to further my studies elsewhere.

Singapore's list of majors in local universities is Miserable.

The changes made to the marking system as well as the academic calendar gives me hope that i might stop hitting Cs. Having an "Elitist" (so i was told) as one of the new Heads in the school isn't too shabby either since they'll want to improve the university. So yeah, by all means, please rub shoulders with the high and mighty, if it means that we'll be recognized beyond our shores.