The freshies make me feel old...
Chasing buses (as best as I can without being able to run), squeezing onto the train, trying not to snicker at the obviously lost freshmen too much because I remember how much of a navigation hell NUS seemed in my first weeks (especially with the whole needing to get around campus on shuttle buses thing...), not to mention stumbling around a little myself (hey, it's been a while), spending ridiculous amounts of money on printing notes, developing a strange fascination with stationery and organisational materials, trying to get my brain working properly again but mostly spacing out in lectures...
I can't say I've missed you too much, NUS, but hey, I think we can get along okay. Just for a little while longer.
And thus ends the last summer vacation of my life.
And oh, hello, Ramadan. Nice to see you again.
I'll miss lunch though. But it's just for a month.
I can't say I've missed you too much, NUS, but hey, I think we can get along okay. Just for a little while longer.
And thus ends the last summer vacation of my life.
And oh, hello, Ramadan. Nice to see you again.
I'll miss lunch though. But it's just for a month.