And so people are starting to work, and recently we’ve been talking about high pays and planning for the future and our dreams. When is it gonna be my turn? 

I know whenever you get there you start hating, gossiping, competing and backstabbing and you just wanna turn back time. I know it’s gonna be an unbearable endless journey of few decades, with no more long holidays in between. But I’m tired. I’m so tired of this constant struggle to make sure you score well for every single % of the final grade.

It’s 3.30pm and I’m sitting at home trying the conjure up my speech for MC solo presentation. As much as I can’t study in the comfort of my own home, I just refuse to go to school. CC, where are you?

And again, I lost my motivation to work. What was it in the first place, anyway?

On a separate note, I need to start talking to old friends and those lovely cliques of friends I have. I feel out of touch with all of them and that’s starting to make me feel insecure. 

After a weekend of fun, gig, samba, blujaz, beer, shisha and late nights, it’s time to come back.