Oh the wonder of exam study periods. Irony to the extreme. The destination is depressing but the journey is so sweet.

Friends sitting around you, collaborations on notes, loitering, endless string of coffee & snack breaks not to mention lunches and dinner, plopping down on the sofas outside library with silly gossip and sillier theories, more loitering as we try to do anything but hit the books, arguing points of law in between a long chain of football & assorted talk cock topics for the day, catching up with familiar faces u pass in the corridors and on the way to meals... All the simple little things that make me smile. So easy yet so pure.

How I'll miss this.

What with the sad realisation that this will be the last time for all this with all before the impending spectre of work work work.

Had supper with JL & CT at Adams after the long day hitting the books (well sorta. heh) and we discussed life, love, work, friends, and many other things that cannot be described in public forums over some good maggie goreng, rojak and teh-tarik. *smiles*

Oh the camaraderie I will miss.


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Alas... How easy my bubble bursts. As it does nowadays when I check my mail or my phone sometimes. Cos she's bent on her closure. Or whatever it is... I just get sucked back into that hole I dragged myself out of.

Another long email today after she came to take back stuff even after I tried to insulate myself by letting mum pass it to her... It's no use cos she gets me so easily... To quote my fren's apt msn nick:

How easy we come undone.

How easy indeed.