Pretty gloomy a layout, isn't it. But it's not meant to be depressing. It's just..a beautiful picture. I've always wanted to have a picture that could capture so much. Much more than the typical, everyday fare you get on postcards and greeting cards. Pity people generally end up spoiling pictures, instead of making them that much more..I don't know what word to use. Meaningful? Besides, the layout's basically all black, white and grey. There exists no better color scheme. So there.

A few changes to this new blog. No more senseless posts. At least, I'll try to stop posting nonsense just because I have nothing better to do. I'm going to blog in proper English. Complete with capitals, punctuation, grammatically correct sentences, and perfect spelling. Yay. This is prompted by my abysmal GP marks, in case anyone's been wondering. Haha. Kit Lu's favorite word, that. "Abysmal".

Alright. To explain this sudden jump over to blogspot. Been meaning to make the switch for quite some time, actually. Since last year, if I remember correctly. Just never had the mood to figure out the workings of blogspot. So I was telling Beryl today that I've wanted to change my blog for some time, and I realised that there's probably no better time.

I felt like getting a new layout. Which would have required spending time tweaking the HTML code. So I thought I might as well invest a little bit more time and effort, make a blog I like. Never really understood the other layout. Just felt right, at the time. Drowning, you know.

So...Here I am!

Like blogspot better than diaryland already, anyway. Like the entry box better, because it's much wider and allows me to change my font as and when I feel like it. So all's well.

Went to see Mr Fun last week. Can't say he's been terribly helpful, but sometimes you just need someone to listen and give you intelligent feedback. He gave me a bowling pin for encouragement, and a book for inspiration. Well he didn't give me the book, he lent it to me. Wants it back after I'm done reading it. The Diving-Bell and The Butterfly. Autobiographical in nature. Two sentences interest me thus far.

I at once placed myself under the protection of this brotherly symbol, guardian not just of sailors but of the sick - those castaways on the shores of loneliness.

'Are you there, Jean - Do?' she asks anxiously over the air. And I have to admit that at times I do not know any more.

Shall not bother trying to explain their respective significance. Guess you could take it as a record, just a record.

Promotional Exams in approximately nine weeks. I've just signed myself up for a competition that's going to take place a week before they begin. I'm not really worried about failing, but...I'm not sure. Not much confidence, but too much ambition at the same time, possibly. Results in total confusion.

Talked to my mom one fine day too. Think two days ago. She's going to Indonesia for about a year, in pursuit of her career. After listening to me, she's promised to try her best to send me overseas. Which effectively frees me from the evil clutches of PW. But first, I need to consider all possibilities. Just in case she realises that she has to reserve the money for the other brother instead, and I get stuck with bloody NUS.

I have so many things to consider right now. Whether I should drop a subject like everyone else, whether I should even try for an 'S' paper, whether I should give up on PW altogether.

Oh my God. I don't know what to do with my life. Mine. Mine.

AnRu reminisced at 12:51:00 AM.