During the night before the biology test, tension boosted my efficiency to a maximum. Never realized such potential in me as to be able to cram five books and two sets of materials on two chapters into my mind in just a night. Yet it took me much longer to recover, like a week without any production. I really hope I had never gone that far. I have known for long that my effort is not proportional to my aspiration, but now even my results are not proportional to my effort. Few days ago I caught sight of derek doing the Physics pastpaper booklet as thick as a dictionary, he was half way up. Seeing the pages packed with words, so much guilt for my laziness got to me all of a sudden. Bypassed the building of the HKU medicine faculty in a minibus on the way to Aberdeen. The grand building was shining in magnificence. It is what I've aspired to enter for so many years, and where my aspiration becomes disillusioned as I poignantly force myself to move towards the reality. It was so close, yet so far. What could I do save sighing?
Not feeling like typing now though there're still many words in my mind...