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A post-exams post

The bane of my life has expired. I am free...

... for slightly more than a month before I embark on my national slavery service journey. Sheesh.

Before the A levels I had planned to do so much, but only two days into post exam period have I realised that nothing actually materialised. I'd conjured up images of myself being glued to the swivel chair with my eyes fixed on the television screen, hands molesting the ocean blue PS2 controller. In a way, it did happen. It just wasn't what I had expected it to be. I thought my mind would be devoted to gaming and gaming alone, yet it inadvertently shifted focus to the coming Feb/Mar. That alone was sufficient to kill my interest in anything.

Maybe I'm past the gaming age.

With that hypothetical situation in mind, I rushed down to the community library and then back home, with a book in hand. Armed with a can of coffee, I settled down and began reading. All the while, my gaze seemed to penetrate the book and land on the over-heated PS2. It was then that I came to a conclusion that there was insufficient evidence to prove my hypothesis right. (WTF. I absolutely detest math, but those were the first words I had thought of.)

I exchanged the book for (guess what) the ocean blue PS2 controller, and my hands immediately accustomed to its feel instead of some foreign object like the former. Consequently, it was yet another gaming marathon. To be honest, it doesn't take a genuis to realise that things will stay this way until the bio people finish their paper on Thursday.

I am bored.

If you're bored like me, you might want to check out The Students' Sketchpad, one of the best sites I've seen.