final whistle

the boys and girls started school this week, back to the humdrums of classes and canteens and girls watching. life in ntu and hall goes on without me, without skipping a beat.

and i miss it all, with somewhat a heavy heart.

I made the decision to cut school in 3 years so that I can get some income. but now that i'm here, working seems to be the last thing on my mind.

the abrupt arrival of the end of 3 years in university felt as if the final whistle of the Liverpool game came 15 minutes early. without injury time. and i'm the substitute who's still warming up by the sidelines.

this recently expired phase has made up one of the most memorable part of my life, alongside my secondary school years, where friends and love were gained and lost. upon seeing the email sent by the students union promoting whatever activities that are going on, i can't help but wish that i'm back there again.

gotta move on, back to the unfinished cambodia photos.