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Remember that Spec SAC that I didn't get a chance to study properly for? Paper 1: 55%. I'm still waiting for Paper 2, but somehow I think I don't want to know. Of the group of us I scored the lowest. I guess I kind of expected it though, given the circumstances. Greg probably didn't quite.

Well, my resolve to study doesn't seem to have been fully formed yet... But I'm working on it. As for the games... They'll phase out. Eventually. I think. The thing is, there doesn't seem to be much to study for, with Chem doing Bio stuff, Bio doing stuff that I can still remember from Sec 2 Life Science in Singapore, Methods doing probability (As in super easy probability, not any of that IB HL shit), Spec finally doing stuff that I went to tuition and actually have grounds for now (which feels incredibly weird). And I'm cruising Uni Bio, as always. Mid-semester test? What's that? Oh look, here is Warcraft III. It just doesn't feel right starting exam revision already, even though I probably should. "I'll do it later".

With a little over a month left of school, realisation is starting to hit that the end is near. School's. Out. For. Ever. But here I am, finished all these years of classes and exams... I should be glad to leave, but it just feels odd and strange. The sense of satisfaction that I have anticipated all my life just isn't present. Cliché as it is, it's true.

I started an English SAC at the start of this week, and for the first time since I left Singapore, I was required to do Creative Writing, in the form of a folio. Thinking back to my days in ACS(I), I think most of them would remember me as being good at English, rather than at Maths or Science. Creative Writing, I excelled at. Now, it's just dry. Migration changed me from an English-strong student into a Science/Maths-strong one... With mediocre English skills. Trying to write creatively again after three years was just horrendous. There just wasn't any flow, and my pieces just ended up sounding forced and artificial. Friday is the last day, I get to finish the last of the detestable works of nonsense. *Wants to buy his English skillz back.

My blogging style seems to have slipped over the last few months. Perhaps it's because I put a lot more mental energy into writing some posts, especially during the beginning stages of this blog. Now, whenever I blog, my mind is at it's lowest, and I'm either barely awake, stoned off games/mind-numbing activities, or just cannot be bothered. The fact that just about no one even reads this isn't a strong motivator for me to care either.

The formal is in about one and a half weeks away, and anticipation is really up there with everyone bustling about organising just about everything. Among our friendship group, those without other methods of preferred transport are hiring a limo, which should be quite an experience. Somehow or other I ended up having Reina as my formal partner, she's part of the wider friendship group and was lacking a partner too. I have yet to buy a few more items relevant to the formal, especially shoes, and also some elements pertaining to colour coordination.

Oh, this weekend, the Watoto children's chior are coming to Melbourne to do a performance, which our church is organising. As a result, apparently we are hosting two children from the chior at our house on Friday, in preparation for their Saturday performance. It should be another interesting learning experience, which I don't look forward to. Even though I probably won't have much time to spend with our guests.

It's late, and why I expend my precious energy on maintaining this blog is a mystery to me (and probably anyone else who chances to pass by). Oh well.

Night.

Trying to accept.