diary of a madman

Was having a beer (well, Wee Ping was having a beer, I was having a smoke and some pao pao char, or bubble tea) on the roof top and we were talking about random stuff like room choices and stuff like that with Lin, when I brought up the topic of how many final year students would be left in D Block next year when the current batch graduates. It’s kinda scary when I brought it up because after a while, I realised that my time will come soon.

It’s not that I’m dreading my academic progress - I’m actually quite proud of myself for making it this far, taking into consideration how fucked up my JC life was, and how a particular teacher in TCHS actually recommended that I consider heading over to a polytechnic after my ‘O’ Levels (no I’m not implying that polytechnic students are not as academically capable as JC students. My own younger brother’s currently schooling in Republic Polytechnic, and one of my good friends, Fysh is also a student in Temasek Poly). I’m actually dreading leaving this place and entering the society as a working, tax-paying adult, where stress doesn’t come from essays and readings, or mid-term tests, but from finding a decent, long-term job, financial security, buying and mantaining a car, getting a house and working to provide a good life for the family-to-come.

People always say that time flies when you’re having fun, but isn’t it ironic that time flies when you’re not having fun, trying to cram as much readings into your brain before the sunrise? Time fucking flew (alliteration ftfw), semester 1’s halfway through, and before I can even say “ninabeicheebyekaninahorgaokan” it’ll be semester 2. And then the next thing you know, you might start calling me Prof. Cheong (okay I kid, I kid.) Harhar.

Anyway, refer to my previous post about ugly boxers and low skinny jeans. Here’s a rather nice image for you guys who’re mugging your brains out to fantasize. :-) Enjoy.