WOAH. The last time I wrote in here was what, a month ago? That's ludicrous. At this point if I were to apologise to my readers or worse, to my blog for 'neglecting' them/ it, I'd be insane. So in order to protect my sanity, I wouldn't.

In this past one month, much has taken place. Not just random hall activities, but also the consistant and constant mugging in the j-room. Urgh. Just Andrew, Ming En, Sheree and I in the room studying our asses off. Of course, in the case of Ming En, she's just perpetually counting and re-counting tee-shirt orders. But oh well, these people are my study buddies. (Come to think of it, I'm wondering what'd be going through my dense brain when I read this ten, twenty years down the road. Worse yet, what will my sons and grandsons think of me?)

So as I was saying the exams are over, well, since last Tuesday that is. It was no easy feat considering that my first day of exams saw me going to two different examination halls for two seperate content-heavy papers - LIT and 103. Urgh. By the time the day ended, my hand literally went limp. Urgh. When I reached back to my room, I was so tired I told myself I'd just chill on facebook then go straight to bed before hitting the books again the next day. But no, Clara messaged me online saying Great-grandaunt passed away the noon before. Naturally, I was shocked. I wasn't particularly close to her, but still I missed her company, especially the times when all of us would gather at her place to celebrate her birthdays. Oh yes, those were memorable times. But now, she's gone, thankfully to be with the Lord.

And all that happened two weeks ago. Fast forward to last week, I finished my paper on tuesday with 102. After which, I went home to prep myself up for the Amazing(race) Camp. Since that day, I haven't had a good night's rest. Always up in the morning just to get to some strange place, hoping that I could catch a quick shut-eye on the transport to and fro the place. That hope never really did come to pass. I remained awake for much of the journey, but then again, oh well. The fatigue's setting in now, thankfully after Church.

Everything above has been said and done.

Rather it is the life with you that my mind dwells upon

A memory. A distant memory. A recollection of events.

I need to re-evaluate all of that has transpired.

By then I fear I'd cringe at the outcome,

Or be in awe of His goodness and providence.

But really by then, I wonder where you'll even be?