sentosa was fun. kayaking was fun. floating in a life jacket pretending to be a titanic survivor all by myself was fun. seeing a caucasian LADY topless tanning openly on the beach was not fun. losing elisa's clothes was definitely not fun. feeling like a boiled lobster is certainly the most un-fun of them all.

oh well. everybody's in a fairly relaxed mood. i doubt this will be so on sunday. that is when everybody will start freaking out about prelim results. these few days, it is fun to be sec 4. monday and tuesday, definitely not fun. i dont want to work first 3 months. alternatively i could just choose to be shipped off the austria to pursue a career in music. but that's certainly not the career i want.

oh well. i'll take a step at a time. planning for my future is a scary thing. i want to be eternally 16. i don't want to grow up. growing up is scary. having to shoulder responsibilities is scary. having to know what to do is scary. i want to be 6 once again. at that age everything in the world is good. anything that happens, if the world crashes down, run to mummy to glue it back. but life is fair. we have had our share of having our worlds glued back together, now its time for us to glue others' worlds together. whatever it is, it is scary. i dont want to grow up. i really dont.

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