Basket.

Two more papers, technically. Effectively one, since I can nary bring myself to give much of a damn about S-Paper on Friday. After that I have some time to have some fun.

Weekend's already booked solid. It'll be exhausting (but the good kind of exhausting, not the exhaustion that one feels after attempting to cram two years' worth of Econs inside five hours). Next week brings more activities. I must try to saturate myself with fun before I get conscripted, and as things look currently, that is just what is going to happen.

A-Level results? We'll worry about that in three months. I'm confident of my minimum goal, which is to do well enough to enter NUS. Go ahead and be shocked, but contrary to my perceptions of several years before, I believe it to be a decent educational institution that can provide one with a solid tertiary education. But we'll see; no one can predict the future with any certainty. After all, as late as June 1914, practically no one in Europe expected the soon-to-come conflagaration that was to burn away ten million lives in four years.

Tommorrow the first part of the post-exam activity programme kicks off with the customary class lunch after the last A-Level subject paper, following which we will look for a wedding gift for our wonderful ex-CT Mr Loh. Good times.

Tommorrow can take care of itself; I live only for today. Or for the moment, even.