Reserve the Summer Trains; Tonight We Blast Off to the Holy Spaceland of Infinite Eventuality

Apologies for not posting sooner. I’m still reeling from last Friday’s release of results. I’ve also been busy notifying the appropriate people about the news.

Still.

A weekend of constant social interaction, strenuous workouts involving climbing indiscrete hills, and several design projects later, and I’m still left feeling rather high…ever since I’d clicked that NUS results page, and saw this:

In truth, my honours thesis was 4 years in the making. The cumulative journey of waddling through all those lectures and tutorials, with the accompanied experiences of close friends and even closer acquaintances, had ultimately led to an utterly unexpected A+.

I couldn’t have done it without the people involved in my life story, here at NUS.
The profs, the Masters students, the seniors. The Arts camp people (who’re matriculating the newest batch of freshies this week~), the Arts rag people. The people I knew from my Gems and Breadths, the people I knew from my UEs. The people I knew from SEP. And the Sociology people, of course.

That said, I now know what it feels like to come out a winner. How Obama felt when the last ballots were accounted for. How Peter Jackson felt when the call came in for Best Director. And. How the Rag 08 people felt when they finally won the Top Float award.

It’s the feeling of having done your best, going through hell, and coming out the other side freshly minted; the smell of freedom rain pouring over your tired shoulders and your soul released from everything-ness into complete nirvana.
I’ll tell you how it feels: It Feels Pretty Damn Farking Gooood.

Ok lah. Enough of that ego trippin’ shit.

I’ll be taking the rest of the week off for celebrations and whatnot. And then it’s back down to earth, and finding employment in this financial muck of an economy. Ah yes, Reality. You’re an intense flirt, you are.