I mentioned to my Mom today, how one month from yesterday would mark the end of my secondary school life. One month and that is it, I'm done with perpetual assemblies every morning, school uniforms, white ribbons - school. I suppose it is a nostalgic moment for everyone who has experienced it, Bidding farewell to compulsory extra curricular activities, feuds that lasted since Form One, canteen food and Welcoming the existence of new cliques, morning Starbucks before classes with the excuse of being malfunction without caffeine and the agony of parking lots. Adaptation to being in the bottom of the hierarchy would be hard, I suppose. It's the first day of school all over again, minus the naivety and innocence, in which both would have a high probability of false pretense if present in a person at that age. It's the day you spend lunchtime alone, getting everything sorted out or checking out the library because eating alone is such a pain. The same day you scout around for familiar faces, hoping to save you from having to make new friends. The lecturer is the only person you speak with, you forget to bring your pencil case and you mentally judge everyone in your class. Before heading home, you call your friend and tell her how horrible college life is, and how you'd wish she was there with you. You ask her out, because for once in a long time, you didn't have a friend in sight.


... Oh my god why I am so cynical. Okay I'm going to have friends who like me, I will eat lunch with them and somehow coincidentally have hots for a friend of theirs and they will introduce me to him and I will go home with a date on Saturday to look forward to. Whee!

But before ALL that, I have 16 days till my exams, 2 weeks of exam, and 4 months to kill! I have a premonition of that 4 months, pretty vivid vision of a broke and bored Hui Yat.


Ohhhhhhhhh boy.