The holidays are coming to an end and sadly, I don't feel any smarter. This is probably because I have engaged in very intellectually unfulfilling activities the past one or two weeks, like reading yet another fantasy series. All the philosophy I've read is now not exactly forgotten, but insignificant, which I suppose is a bad thing and must be rectified. And rectified before the already extended library loan period is up. Agh, I've lost all the momentum I gained. I think my writing style is degenerating back into a messy disorderly chaos.

I had a tarot card reading done yesterday by my brother. Apparently, I am not going succeed without trying i.e. I am not going to ace the A Levels without studying. Ah damn. Also, I'm supposed to keep things in perspective and take things slow and easy. I can do that.

2008 is finally over. In some ways, it was the longest year that I've ever experienced. Quite a few things happened. But 2009 promises to be even longer, and 2010 even longer (NS). I woke up today and realised I'm going to be taking my A Levels this year. The manifestation of such an official, adult force is making me ponder my fear of growing up. 2008 might have been long, but I cannot believe 17 years have passed so quickly. Can I be a baby again? I'm still as clever as I was then. Hooray