I admit it. Recently, if I've ever been a Christian, it's always been because I didn't want to go to hell.

And I may not know much, but I know that staying in a faith just because you're afraid of eternal damnation is wrong.

As it is, goodbye. Maybe we'll meet again, you and I. In a different form most likely. All I know is that I'll have changed by then.

Guess what? It's been.. What, a week since I've gotten back my IB results. I'm overall quite thankful for them, although English HL is pissing me off.

Still, applying overseas is gonna be tough, especially when you consider trying to get scholarships.

All in all though, life seems to be going at a pretty smooth pace for me. I'm getting my internships at film companies sorted out, searching for religious truth at my own pace, and getting ready for my NAPFA.

Of course, with the good there's the bad. A certain issue with parents, helping a really good friend trying to get into SJII and fretting over it.

I wonder what'll happen to my blog eventually when I get a job and go into NS...

Tomorrow I'm going to school to collect my IB results from the Glass Hall. The ceremony commences at 11 in the morning. It's in a 'public context' as the sms says.

I'm worried. I might have problems sleeping tonight.

Urgh.

Greetings all. As you can see, this is a new blogskin. Finally. Although I’m not entirely pleased by it, I still think that out of all the literally hundreds I’ve looked through this one suits me the best. A nice way to start the New Year, no? With something that suits you.

Of course, you’d expect my New Year to be a good and happy one. Not really... While I did have fun yesterday, I got drunk. Like... Seriously very drunk. Like... Lie down on the road and not care what the passersby are whispering in disgust drunk. Oh, and you can’t forget the vomiting part too.

This is the last time I’ll ever intentionally get myself high on alcohol.

Still, there’s that part of me which is checking off that box on my Life List of things to do, namely the “get so drunk you’ll regret it forever and ever” sentence. But yeah, this was the first, and the last time I’ll purposely experience something like that.

Anddddd of course there’s also that part about staying at someone else’s place because you’re so drunk you don’t want to go home at 2 AM in the morning. Unfortunately, you didn’t tell your parents of this change in plan. And when you get home, expecting your parents to laugh at your silly little escapade (oh don’t worry son, we know that this is one of the things that you should try out), you find out that they’re the sort to abhor getting kicks from alcohol. That, added to the fact that you changed the plans without personally telling them (I sent them an sms that I was staying the night somewhere else, however they didn’t know that I had done so till I called them at nine in the morning, whoopteedoo), would just inevitably result in you getting grounded.

How long, you ask? According to dad, it’s till he thinks I’m responsible and mature enough to handle myself. How can I show that to him? Well... He’ll decide for himself.

And in retrospect, yes, I do have nobody to blame except myself. I had stupid incentives for getting drunk (lowering social inhibitions, getting high, blah de blah blah), and I should’ve personally called my parents to let them know I was changing the plans. Still, it kinda stings that I’ve now officially missed two other parties I was supposed to attend.

Ah well, such is life.

At least I know I won’t be forgetting this New Year in a hurry.

Should all acquaintance be forgot my friends. And don’t get drunk. It sucks. Like. Seriously.

(Post-midnight edit: As you can see, I beat being late by a minute. Hah!)

Blogskin is just a temporary one. Looks really plain I know, but not as bad as the other one. I've been rushing around so much. I've had no time to really do my own stuff at the computer, time to myself..

I haven't even really had enough time for facebook!

And now I need to rush for the airport in half an hour..

Sayonara dear world! I might see whether I can do anything to this blog during my trip, but till then, don't expect to see much of me till after the 13th.

It's all over!!! IT'S ALL OVER!!!!

Prom night was a blast, as was the chatting after that at the CHIJMES bar. Still can't believe that we spent half an hour walking around aimlessly (Niko, Cheers is NOT MacDonald's) before going back to CHIJMES to sit at a bar.

People made up. I know I was very pleasantly surprised when Andre talked to me... Others did too..

And we had our endings...

Sigh..

Goodbye SJII.. I'll miss you.. So much.. You've made such a huge impact on my life.. Memories on Facebook for everyone to see...

We'll all come together again as a cohort to talk about our results on the 6th of January (exams were alright. We can talk about those next time). Virtual meetings.. After which.. Well.. Goodbye... Sigh...

(Note to self: Change your blogskin Jose. It looks horrible right now)

For I take French. And French is on Friday.

Just yesterday I had a horrible dream. I dreamed that Dr Underwood was giving our IB history papers back and that I had gotten horrible grades. The first question was asking about the impact Gordon something (I can't remember the name) had on trench offensives in World War 1 or something like that. It was such a badly done question, same thing for the question, then I got an okay score for the third question, then I flunked the last question again.

Then I woke up.

Then I told myself not to be stupid. Of course the teachers wouldn't mark our IB papers. And of course I wouldn't do World War 1 in Europe for History Paper 3. And of course I didn't do four questions for a paper I only needed to do three questions for. And of course the teachers wouldn't give us back our marked scripts.

The exams have a way of screwing around with your mind.

Still, what's done is done. Now I need to study and study for le francais. On Friday. Eurgh.