43 days have past since the cross country in May, which marked the last day of a hectic term two. One month of holiday have past; one week of exams have past; the short respite has ended, what next. >
I wasted this holiday once again, not that I was suprised, but I really was dissappointed.. with myself. Have been a shadow of myself. School begins all over again, its time to pull myself together. The pail of cold water will come,the results will eventually be out. But I would rather that be a wake up call, rather than a reality hit-me-call come March next year.

Come to think about it, I havent quite live up to "jc2 life". In fact, I was slackier than I was last year. Reflecting upon the past 6 months, I realized it was six months lost. What's lost cannot be recovered. What's done cannot be undone. I shall have to move on, with greater determination.

"One major thing that stands in between you and the fulfillment of your dream is the willingness to start, the courage to move ahead and the faith to finish."

Since embarking on this journey, I have encountered various obstacles, went though periods of high and low and have overcomed some of my my greatest fear. It is now time to move on. With momentum, I will finish this race, and I will do it with style.

It is time to get my life back on track. I have come thus far and only four months is left of this long and tiring journey. A renewed me, I shall step out of my shadow, and put up a good fight. I cant promise stellar results, but I will promise to give my very best this time. I wont dissappoint again.