All's Well That Ends Well

Hear, nature, hear. Dear goddess, hear!...

And so all of you are gone. And not reading this. I never thought it would come to this, but pangs of loneliness have crept up upon me as I shared parting words and a mutual reluctance with a number of friends as, one by one, they were grabbed by the long arms of BMTC Tekong. First went the one person who never failed to make me laugh (Dec 3), and next the person who was the first I went to when I needed someone sensible/sensitive to help me deal with the emotional aspects of life I am less proficient in (Dec 11), and then went one of the few I regarded as an equal in an intellectual sense, one the hours with whom I spent discussing, debating, arguing, reasoning, rank among the most enjoyable of all (Jan 8, with just about everybody else). I understand now why school is a gift. Just meeting people, to exchange greetings, to bitch with one another, made for an enjoyable experience. Living in the buzz that was the year 6 level stands as the polar opposite to the chaste serenity of spending the majority of my time in my bedroom. While still I am glad to leave some aspects of life in school behind me, the 9 quiet months that lie ahead seem like three endless winters. Then, of course, comes the light and the first of my 3 Christmas presents (figure out what those are if I haven't yet told you).

I guess it's goodbye if I haven't said mine to you, if you haven't entered army, and if you bother to hear me. And so ends this phase in the life cycle of my blog. There's none of you left to read about the disgusting innards of my conceited existence, and so it's time to return this space to what it was meant for. Posts from henceforth shall be of an academic or inquisitive nature, till such time as the collaborative blog under Kenneth Lim's administration be ready for me to, with my dung, embellish. So long.