Today marks the End of my 8 Months of Freedom.
Tomorrow signifies The Beginning of my 4 Years of University Life.
Sigh. I thought I'd be more excited. I'm simply numb.
Reality.has.not.sunk.in.yet.
Maybe it'll take a lecture, or a couple of lectures.
It may take days, or weeks.
My thoughts are still tumbled, and my long list of Things To Do have not been sorted out.
My Slacker Mode is still switched ON.
I am in need of serious psyching up for the next four years.
I don't know what to wear tomorrow.
But I'm not worried because I'm too lazy and detached to care.
I'll probably rely on my random, on the spot decisions, like I always do when I'm rushing.
I already foresee myself rushing tomorrow morning.
I won't be staying in my hostel room till next week.
That simply equates to meeting the boon lay crowd at an unearthly 7.45AM.
I'll experience the tugging, the squeezing and the claustrophobic feeling reminiscent of JJC days.
As to why I'm not moving in yet, it's because the Mother ordered that I stay at home till the Father comes back from Philippines on Tuesday. And since it's my Dad's birthday on 9th August, I might as well spend time with him for the whole week (father-daughter bonding moments) and ship myself off to Pulau NTU on Monday night (Next Monday is a holiday right?). Yes I'm such a nice daughter. I miss irritating my Dad!
I better depart to Dream Land now and meet my sexy husband #3 Johnny Depp for our date.
NTU,CS, here I come!
Tomorrow signifies The Beginning of my 4 Years of University Life.
Sigh. I thought I'd be more excited. I'm simply numb.
Reality.has.not.sunk.in.yet.
Maybe it'll take a lecture, or a couple of lectures.
It may take days, or weeks.
My thoughts are still tumbled, and my long list of Things To Do have not been sorted out.
My Slacker Mode is still switched ON.
I am in need of serious psyching up for the next four years.
I don't know what to wear tomorrow.
But I'm not worried because I'm too lazy and detached to care.
I'll probably rely on my random, on the spot decisions, like I always do when I'm rushing.
I already foresee myself rushing tomorrow morning.
I won't be staying in my hostel room till next week.
That simply equates to meeting the boon lay crowd at an unearthly 7.45AM.
I'll experience the tugging, the squeezing and the claustrophobic feeling reminiscent of JJC days.
As to why I'm not moving in yet, it's because the Mother ordered that I stay at home till the Father comes back from Philippines on Tuesday. And since it's my Dad's birthday on 9th August, I might as well spend time with him for the whole week (father-daughter bonding moments) and ship myself off to Pulau NTU on Monday night (Next Monday is a holiday right?). Yes I'm such a nice daughter. I miss irritating my Dad!
I better depart to Dream Land now and meet my sexy husband #3 Johnny Depp for our date.
NTU,CS, here I come!
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