Life is all about settling down, adapting, and then having to pack your bags and leave, settle down and move on again. I feel like every chapter of my life is akin to reading a well-written book, encrypted with tales of laughter, joy and tears. It starts with a mixed pot of emotions – creeping apprehension, initial excitement, anticipation. You read on and find yourself being absorbed deeper and deeper into the expedition previously unknown. New discoveries transform into humdrum routines, and jigsaw bits start to piece up neatly. Then you flip pages after pages, wanting to find out more, at the same time realizing the more you flip, the faster time flies and the sooner you’ll reach the end. As you savour every bit of the last chapter and finally close the book, you sigh in satisfaction. Contented, yet discontented; bitter yet sweet. You wish there’s more, and you can only hope the next book would be good, too, if not better.
The six of us had lunch together yesterday and Shirley commented that it was nice to just sit and talk without having to rush after lunch to do work; and I really agreed with her. I'm really going to miss you guys.
Went to Waterfront yesterday for a little bit of retail therapy and ended up buying more than what I should have. Oops. It snowed again today too, though it was not much and it was mixed with rain. Tomorrow is going to snow even more and it is going to be colder too!
Need to start studying for my last paper soon. Don't really have the motivation to, but it's my last hurdle before the semester is over and I am certainly going to give it my best shot! And tomorrow is Super Sunday too. Liverpool vs MU and Arsenal vs Chelsea. Should be exciting!