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Monday, January 28, 2008 . 9:19 AM

It is difficult to believe that I'll be graduating after I submit this final (crap) essay.

Where did the past 1.5 years go? It was just yesterday that I enrolled in this course, just yesterday that I met my groupmates, Shahril and Amarpal. Just yesterday that I teased Jeremy and got slightly more acquainted with Farand.

The next time I meet them (excluding Jem, but if he continues to be so absorbed with his peanut butter, he might be included) again, we'll probably all be gripping our bachelor degree tightly in our hands. It's an interesting scenerio and somewhat drives home the point that I'm kind of... well, old now.

After ribbing Aaron for being a quarter of a century old for the past few years, I'm finally getting my just desserts. I am approaching that fearsome number with too much speed. I try not to think about what I have achieved these past 25 years. I am will aware of the fact that I have not been a particularly 1. nice, 2. fillial, 3. shrewd person.

I have managed neither to squirrel away money for retirement, nor climb the corporate ladder. Crap. I have not even managed to rid myself of the zero in my life! Ok, let's not go into that bitter subject guaranteed to make me foam at the mouth.

New year, makes me think of new year resolutions... and fortune tellers. Last year, I managed to coerce sis into heading to the temple with me. Nothing fantastic came of it, not that I expected a life-changing experience. And then I headed off to Chinatown to buy, of all crappy stuff, peach blossoms. Then, there was this hilarious sight of one insane woman lugging stalks of peach blossoms, which coincidentally are much taller than her, in the MRT.

Crap~ This year, let's just settled for going to the temple, yeah?