I sat in the hall this afternoon, staring duly at the blank lined pages in front of me, "I knew these things" - I tried to convince myself, pleading with my brain cells to somehow conjure up answers out of thin air. The guy in front of me was writing furiously, writing paragraphs after paragraphs as if he had just memorized the whole of harrison textbook and is now a fully certified microbiologist. I had to resist the temptation to tap on his shoulder and told him off; mister, you know too much! Argh. You know what that means? It is either he knows too much or my funds of knowledge is too scarce. :/ The most that I could get wrong to pass the exam is 3 questions. More than three wrong answers, m screwed.

But, you know, despite the imminent possibility of failing, I had a great time last night. I wonder, just how could my priorities change so much this year? Hrm.

Sharon!! I have an important question to ask, where is that girl who used to sit next to you in that maths class 4 years ago? These days, I lack her drive.