Of an Annum...
Dear TomHa,
Tommorrow is the first day of the new academic year and I guess I will do a little reminiscence here in this entry about the past year, in case i get some serious case of senile dementia in the future when I am nothing but a frail frame of wobbly muscles and bones. But then again, should I get senile, would I even remember how to read in the first place? Ar.. no matter..

First, I disrupted from a rather disinteresting stint in MINDEF HQ, at the Air Logistics Department, which I would really sadly say that I am nothing but a too-higly-paid office boy who really did nothing more than to buy coffee and printing restricted material, and to take 3h breaks. Alright, I am really repenting over this apparent wastage of tax payers' money but given that those in the higher echelons of command knew that I would only be there for like a week before i clear leave, they also had nothing important to assign me for such a short time frame.

So I cleared leave and went into an exile into the civilian life. Nothing of a cultural shock actually occurred to me given that I had only been in the SAF for only 3months? Haha. I disrupted too late and missed all the camps and stuff which I did not want to go anyway. So, year 1 started with me knowing no one in the university. Which is kinda pathetic. None of the girls I knew were in Engineering. So, yah, I was rather lonely and feeling rather apprehensive about having to handle all the administrative materials myself with no apparent help. Did not know that modules are classified into ascending level of difficulty and took a Chinese module that is apparently intended for year 3s... Freaked out after a few lectures. But I managed to get through it anyway. Got a rather good CAP. Nothing to complain about in Semester 1. Just another undergrad grudging about my apparent too much time to spend usefully. Oh yar, took up fishing, which by itself, is just another kind of activity that humans invent to help them waste time. All the cultivating patience talk is just cowdung...

Ran marathon!! A perverse activity which punishes the body to the utmost limit. But I crawled, walked, limped, and ran a little to the finishing line. Rather happy about it. 42.195km.. How many people had actually travelled that distance in one shot without any help other than your own mind willing you to the coveted finishing line?

Semester 2 is a really sick semester. I do not know, until now, how I managed to come up with the perverse idea of joining Wenyang in the punishing regimes of NUS kayaking sprint team. Had to wake up at 5am (Wenyang did not turn up for those trainings anyway...hahaa)for the weekday trainings to get to the training grounds on time to punishmy body. I think some time into the future, my body would just swear a little and crack a little before breaking into pieces cursing and swearing at me... Come to think of it, it is really sick. I am better at being a Kaya - King than kayaking...

Haha, Semester 2 also saw me, the shy and reserved Qingwei attempting to jio a girl. I would not say that it had been a failed attempt. Just that at the end of the whole thing, I found out that the girl, being really outgoing and stuff, is just not my cup of tea (I only drink sugar-less tea anyway). So, the jioing ended in mutual understanding and consensus that we would be better friends than being a couple (eh, alright, just me thinking).

Sighz... Is school really starting tommorrow? I don't want....