I guess, I haven't been updating much about my current whereabouts, apart from pathetic rantings. Well, you cannot really expect much you know... What's with the release of A levels on 29th February. Yup, people, let's bite our fingernails, in fear, off.

Somehow rather post A level life is breezing past like a flash of lightning. I could still remember vividly how my body was resorted to the divine masochisms of lack of sleep, caffeine and that stack of TYS. At that point, those painful moments was like a sadistic cycle I put myself through for what seem like an eternity. And now, what had happened in the past months has been a blur for me, unable to recall much. Call me Rip Van Winkle, people.

Anyway, I still cannot believe what happened on my last day of A level paper. Yar, I know that was months ago. Like I said, call me Rip Van Winkle.

harangued at 8:23 PM