Noone told me another over-staying year in NUS was going to be so tough, so hectic.
And how most of my friends would have left school and moved on to their own working lives.
6 modules a semester, crippled with readings so thick that i dread even carrying around,
tuition kids with up coming exams and outside commitments that I feel overwhelmed by.
One more year of this - and all in the sweet name of honours.
It really spells HELL for me.
I dont know how I am going to cope, with French 2 getting more and more difficult.
I did not work in the months of June and July for the first time in my undergrad year,
but I learned the most about lessons in life.
Learned about how the harder u throw, the further it bounces away.
And my little favourite neighbourhood cat as mentioned in my previous entry is dead.
She has been culled away and put to death, amidst piles of other little cats.
Goodbye paw paw. I will miss you and your endearing ways.
And how ur paws would reach out for my laps and you will rest your head on me.
I hope you find your heaven.
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