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Sunday, May 27, 2007
♥ 1:04 PM

Finally got back my results after a few days of apprehension. I didn't do as badly as I anticipated, which really surprised me, especially the two Econs papers which I thought were horrendous. And because of that, it made me more determined to try for honours this time around. I'm so going to work my ass off this coming semester. And I mean it.

Anyway, to digress a little, the tornado-lookalike manifestation mentioned in the previous entry indeed belongs to the same family as tornadoes, and is known as a waterspout. And apparently, this isn't its debut appearance in Singapore.

And maybe it's time for me to learn how to let go after all. Sometimes, the harder you tried to hold on, the further away it'll slip from you. But there're still so many answers I need to know. Everytime I try to reach out, I'm dealt with a wall of resistance. The pain of rejection is so acute, and it's all I can do to not succumb to it. But how to let go when everywhere I turn I see shadows of things reminiscent? Maybe time'll numb it, and maybe not.

Till then again, tata.