say it isn't so

I really shouldn't be emo-ing now, but it somehow feels like this is the last. It reminds me of the time I walked out of MBS on the last day of school, and we couldn't stop the tears from falling. It's kind of like graduation, finally, and for real. It's been a long time. 5 years. Or rather 5 years 2 months. Our paths are all going to diverge from this point on, and that's just life, it's a sooner-or-later thing.


Just a passing phase. I have much to look forward to but as always there's the post-exam blues where you feel lost and aimless.

And so the dust has settled. It all ends here. No more studying!!! Yips. Goodbye NTU! You have been kind to alumni like us, providing camping space and use of the SRC, although your food SUCKS! I'm gonna swear off Macs and Subway for the next 6 months.