D day So yest was first day of school. If i sound even slightly remotely enthusiastic, I apologise profusely for misleading you for i was so far away from enthusiastic, it looked like a speck of dust from where I was. 745 phone alarm goes off. 815 i crawl to the bathroom. 9 i leave house. Usually it takes 8 minutes to get to the bus stop but on this day, my feet were like sacks of rocks that i decided to bring along in case someone would piss me off, then i would throw it in their face. I get to the bus stop and people start looking at the sky to see if it was raining because i was pespiring so badly i looked like i just survived the tsunami. After the third piece of tissue, i calmed down enuff to realise how Morning smells like. For 3 months, i lived the life of a brooding demon slayer (think: Van Helsing) minus the accent. I slept at 4 woke up at 12. I forgot how morning smells like and i'm kinda glad i did because dew + smog + engine + freshly laid fertiliser is NOT what you may call Chanel no.5. Unless of course you're in one of those Sound Of Music type shows where you bounce outta bed, kiss your guy without brushing your teeth, Skip over to open the window and find a sparow not pooping on your garden table but singing a sweet computer generated melody..i digress. 963 doesn't let me down and arrives in 5 mins. As i got on the bus, and faked a realistic lookin smile for the bus driver(always smile at the driver its courtesy) i realised that school had INDEED reopened. The bus was filled with "i-can't-believe-they-had-to-start-school-1-day-b4-national-day" faces. Everyones was eyeing me as i made my way to the back i guess because they recognised the same look on my face and they smelt the stench of my scarred undergraduate soul from miles away.I shan't bore you guys with details of what happened in school. I will say however that i was immensely glad to see familiar faces, juniors, old jc mates, old sec school mates from poly.. ah yes nothin more consolin then a familiar face and of course my dearest Ling and MJ. You see, good pals dun stop being good pals just because we hadn't seen each other much durin hols..good pals willingly go thru CBLC printing hell, the sea of boring lectures and listen to your incessant whining even though they are feelin just as shitty if not worse. Yes and they also get you perfect birthday presents that are so made for you even though it was bot of the shelf. I can't stop smiling to myself everytime i see it you guys..thanks realli it made coming back to school one day b4 a public hol so worth it.  ¶ 11:22 PM