So much work, so little time...

Or maybe, I'm just plain lazy.

But it just seems like there's a crapload of work to do. JC life really is quite strenuous, for all the praises that people give it (I'm kidding about the praises; it usually is classified under curses). Now, I'm well into my second year, and it's test after test after test. No week goes by without at least 1. Some subjects manage 2 tests, or even 3 a week. I don't know how I got past that.

I did, though. I got through Common Test, with rather disappointing, but expected results.

H2
Physics: A
Computing: A
Maths: C

H1
GP: C
Literature: S

Honestly, I did try my best (in the holidays) for Maths; I spent ALL my time on it, but apparently the very fact that I'd been lagging behind for a month in class or so (I blame it on my ABRSM violin examination) really condemned me down to a C. I guess I'm lucky I didn't fail. And on the day before my results for Maths were released, my teacher was sighing in a rather secretive manner about my results, which he refused to disclose. The way he went on about it, I was convinced I had failed. Looking back on it, I should at least be proud that he had such high standards for me.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like I'm really meeting them anymore. My work is quite behind. I need to catch up, bad.

And it's not because of my relationship with my girlfriend, or with writing, or anything like that. I have no idea why, but for all the long hours I spend at home, I rarely am able to get my arse off the chair to do some work. I haven't even been writing a single word for my novel recently, which really says a lot.

I believe I'm quite committed to it though. I suppose when I'm in a more relaxed state I'll get back to work on it. Meanwhile, the ideas flowing in are really reshaping the story. I've practically decided on using a different voice for my story: third-person instead of first-person.

Which... you can guess, involves a complete rewrite of the story.

But hey, I enjoy writing. It's my life.

Anyway, my violin teacher loaned me a violin that's half a century old recently. After doing a bit of restoration work (changing of strings, cleaning off residual rosin, etc), it sounded beautiful.

The violin will be mine, officially, in a short while. Right now, it's technically on loan to me, but since my teacher has agreed (actually, proposed) to lend it to me indefinitely, it'll be in my hands till then.

I don't know whether to laugh in joy at how well one half of my life is going, or to cry in despair at the rest.

...

I've made up my mind. Smiling is best. For all those who are reading this, thank you. Fight on in your life; let nothing stop you.

To our success in life!