Repertoire of Memories

In life, some words are meant to be attention-seeking. In life, some words are meant to be kept to oneself.

Not that I do not have the words to express myself nowadays, but there is some-sort of redundancy in doing so.

I feel slacky. I feel my efforts in academia going down-slope. It is amazing how it happens because I myself do not even know why. Yes this blog might just be another short-term hobby which I have adopted, as were roller-blading and fishing.

Before assignment deadlines, I yearn for the examinations. During the examinations, I yearn for the holidays. After the examinations?

I seem to lose the direction for the big holidays I once had it all planned out before the examinations. It is really hard to meet up to your own expectations when your life reaches a plateau. All the climaxes and excitement die off. This is one of my biggest hurdle that I've got to overcome.

Now I am going to take over the club soon, for real. Apprehension sets in with the high expectations my predecessor has set, cast in images built upon successful events the club managed to fulfil. Perhaps this is my greatest worry.

I think no one is a bad leader, but more of a matter of whether you want to step up and be a better one.

Good night people.

Argh, all these bs seem to be incoherent.