Friday, October 22, 2010
Staying in the brother's room most of the time doing my own stuffs reminds me of the hall days. Feeling nostalgic right now. My stay in KE VII was short but definitely a thrilling experience to remember. My first long stay away from home to have a taste of uni life. Catching the spiders that managed to crawl into our room, studying late into the night at the faculty, hoping to catch the last shuttle bus back and not forgetting the exciting cum scary walk along the ulu pathway extending from KE VII to NUH for supper at night with my roommate. Those were the days.
Too much free time triggers your mind to ponder over more things. Is this good or bad?
Sometimes human species can be hard to understand, inlcuding myself. There's so much that can be said and done, yet so little that gets taken to heart. It's not that we can't see the logic in those words/actions, but they just simply have very little impact on how we feel.
