Fancy

For Photo Friday.

Admittedly, I didn't look hard this week. The exams are over, and I can finally breathe. It was a late afternoon paper, and it actually turned out pretty okay, despite me doing badly on the mid-term quizzes. So we'll see. :)

We went to town for a nice dinner. I'm so tired from laughing so hard. I have been blessed with wonderful friends; I don't think I can ever say this enough. Before the semester started, J and I were talking about our results, and commiserating with each other. For most of us, our Year One results did us in, and even though we have been ploughing away, getting a good honours classification remains a mathematical improbability (or, for some of us, impossibility).

"We really played too much in our first year," J said, with a sigh of resignation, and a shake of the head.

That may be true. Perhaps during our long breaks, we should have stayed in the library to study, instead of driving all the way down to Katong to eat laksa, with the nine of us cramped into a car; perhaps those late-night studying sessions could have been put to better use if dinner had not extended to heart-to-heart talks that lasted for hours. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Someday, this might come and bite me in the ass, but I'm going to say it anyway: I wouldn't exchange those moments, not even for a higher CAP. I mean it. And I treasure every moment of it, of being with all of you.

I have unwittingly lost track, as you can see. I'm tired, and that was all I meant to write. But that wouldn't have been the complete story. I'm tired, but I'm unbelievably happy; I'm unbelievably blessed.