it s currently 3.30 a.m. sane folk would be sound asleep, but alas, that privilege is denied me. all my fault lah. who ask me clever clever go and watch donnie darko at 11 p.m.?? sheng burned it for me like waaay before spm, and i promised her i d watch it. i had the whole day, but nooo, i wait til it s all dark and gooosebumpy before popping it in the drive.

(incidentally, it s a damn good movie. thank you sheng!!)

any sort of review at this late hour is not going to do it justice, because im too sleepy/creeped out to think properly. donnie darko is a Brilliantly dark piece of psychoanalytic film. really. the concept blows the mind. i can t even put it into words, but go watch it. :P

only don t be stupid like me and watch it at night.

well yeah, spm is over and all that shiznit. the delirious euphoria is slowly but surely sifting into a somewhat more distilled emotion. haha. but im loving it all the same. there s nothing quite like a post-exam feeling, is there? it s like this immense weight has been lifted off my shoulders. goodbye mugging! goodbye feverish caffeine-shot nights! goodbye horrid plastic grey desks! it s over and done with. i am Liberated (until december ends anyway)

oh, this is a good feeling. :D

apart from exams, i was also struggling with another Big Obstacle throughout the month of november; basically, where to park my butt come 2008. sat for a scholarship test to abbey s two months ago along with vana, and we both got through that and the interview with the principal. :) basically, i had a choice to either stay here or go overseas to do my a levels.

after plenty of long talks with the parents, inner turmoil, and kit kats because i find they stimulate thought,

i decided to turn down the scholarship and stay put.

:) my reasons are my own. but im happy with my decision and 97.53% confident i ve made the right one.

crap, it s four. and i have to be up early tmr, because mum insisted on me joining this self defence workshop with wai peng and yee lian. what are they gonna do? teach us how to aim and spray?? hmm. it might prove useful i suppose, but honestly, i think i ll keel over if it involves any physical activity. my sleep deprivedness boggles the mind. i ve get to ease back into my normal sleeping pattern, which has been completely ripped apart by spm. i keep waking up at four and tossing around til five before dropping back to rem til about seven.

migosh, and now i ve officially done a full cycle. 24 hours of no sleep. i am going to die.

in other news, my dad is going for mcr with his colleague. yes, that yowling eyelinered goth boyband with more kohl than marilyn manson. my dad. the man who used to make me tuck my shirt into my pants when i was five.

the world continues to rotate on its axis. im off to read chick lit. night!