For old time's sake (for they seem to have a-changed a-much)

And I wish they hadn't.
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I’m absolutely addicted to that ancient Bob Dylan song, The Times They Are A-Changin’, after hearing it in the Watchmen movie. I think Bob was secretly a very angry man, like a 60’s-style System of a Down. The harmonica riff is quite endearing too, in its squeaky way.

Anyway, this week has been quite good, even today, which was completely packed till 3.15 with only one break. There’s this immense feeling of fulfilling after we get over every Thursday, and by the last period, everyone’s usually super keyed-up, waiting for the day to end. And partially it has something to do with SEA Hist tutorials, which always end with you feeling proud of yourself for not collapsing under the weight of all that sheer info, and very very enlightened about whatever Ms. Ng was going through. The road to wrecking vengeance on the next SEA CT paper is well underway, yea.

I’m in a gooood mood. A properly good mood, with all the attendant happy fuzzy feelings that spilleth over. If I could spin a book on my finger, I’d do it all day, that’s how happy I am. If I had a bag of Ikea liquorice, in the mood I’m in, I would actually share. If it didn’t look so weird, I would walk around with a massive grin stuck on my face for the whole day tomorrow.

GP Dean’s List, baby, houyeahhh :DDD

And so Zul gets his tehping.