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I've had 3 sessions of remedial swim training, and it sure as heck is an excuse by the instructors to vent their early morning frustrations on us. Because of the rst, I no longer find it ok to go back to camp.

NUS gave me my last choice. Kinda expected I guess. Ironically, I'd most probably be rejecting it when it was the course I'd thought I would end up in, all thanks to NTU who took me in despite my fugly grades. SMU didn't even bother. That's $15 down the drain. Hurhur.

One year and six months more to ORD, after that I'll get my life back. Hopefully.

James Blunt says it best:

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

This entry was posted by Kelvin, on Sunday, May 7, 2006.

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