when the exams are over, i want to:
1. Read up on chinese history (ater watching the Three Kingdoms, and realising that the history is quite awesome)
2. Go to Haw Par Villa! (I thought it was closed already! Have been wanting to visit it for ages!If only Tang Dynasty was open too)
3. Read the last Harry Potter Book
4. I haven't thought of much short term things yet but I suppose packing my room will permanently be one of the things i need to do in every list i make

I can't wait!

Because this time Mindy asked for it, and I'm trying to find any other reason to do anything else but study. Today after my CT presentation, the ex-student(from the pioneer batch of SMU students) which Kirpal Singh asked to come back to sit in our presentations, he said many things about his school life then. He graduated with a GPA of 2.97, and still managed to get 8 job offers. And about how he started up new clubs, was the first president of Bizcom, amongst many other things. Then suddenly I forgot/realised I didn't know what I came to SMU for. I can't remember if it was to graduate with some awesome GPA, to enjoy school life or was it something else? Sometimes the paperchase really gets to me and I hate it that I'm jumping on the bandwagon and becoming so obsessed over grades like the rest of the school (the people who study overnight at the now 24-hours opened library).

And I still really need to run away to someplace to find myself again. It's very noisy around everywhere and I think I've lost myself to the mad rush of things. I think it's a little bit from the influence of Koizora/Sky of Love/Lian Kong, sometimes in the midst of trying to get to school on time/not be too late, I'll stop andtake out my phone to take photos of the sky.




It's quite amazing how the sky looks so pretty on different days. The entire top row until the photo on the right on the second row, it's taken at the traffic light opposite the School of Business. The left and centre on in the middle row is from the corridor at my block's 11th floor lift lobby. And the bottom row is from the window of my tutee's study room.

So many things, so little time.

And sometimes when you miss someone, do you wonder if you're missing the idea of that person or the person him/herself? Because I think sometimes I don't know what the person is like now, I just miss what the idea of the person is to me.