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eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
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    Friday, April 29, 2005

    Aftermath

    The extent of damage is ghastly.

    After two yellow fluorescent highlighters, 5 blue ink pens, approximately 20 reams of rough paper, 2 waist inches and 10 tonnes of added eye baggage, I have finally reached the end of the tunnel.

    My exams are over.

    While the common response is to shriek, scream, yell, laugh and jump for joy, my body is unable to bear that much of a strain. I am so drained and stoned that I might just fall flat on my laptop any moment now.

    The consequence of sleep deprivation.

    Anyway, the same feeling of loss haunts me. It always happens.

    Without fail, after every exam period, I suddenly feel like I've lost the purpose and meaning for my existence. My drive and determination to work towards a distinct goal dissipates abruptly. I feel useless and redundant - like what I do no longer means anything. Signs of a workaholism?

    Anyway, I shall retreat to my humble bed and recuperate. I need energy to paint the town red later.

    Till then...




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