its only now that i am fully beginning to appreciate academia, now in my last year. just 6 more months, and im out. it makes for awfully introspective and nostalgic [and everlasting] regrets - that after this, there would be no more readings on the different paradigms of knowledge/knowing, that names like Foucalt, Freud, Nietzche, or literary authors like Woolf, Plath, or even hearing the drones of Seet for all things theatre. ill go out into the world, wanting to know more, but anticipating the limitations imposed upon me by those rat-racers whose yardsticks are singularly that of The Paper. i can foresee all that - B.A. Arts and Social Sciences without Honours, possibly third class cos she skipped school for most of her 2 years, but bet she wants to know more and can never be satisfied. how's that for an uber-informal CV? i dont even know how to write a resume. ha.

gonna fly high for the next 2 weeks - the advent of Hari Raya AND essay[s] time. opportunity costs relatively high for both. the theory of economics states that i have to forego one in order to fully realize the pleasures of the other. get fat, or get mad? choose now, dear struggling student.