Not Fun Anymore

It’s the end of another semester. Another bloody semester.

This was quite an uneventful semester, but then again most of my time here, it has been uneventful anyway.

They, whoever ‘they’ are, say that university life are the best years in your life. But I must say…

O’REALLY??!

I remember my primary school days and I prefer how it was then. Worries, were of the “oh crap, I won’t make it for Power Rangers at five” kind. Meals were always on the table when it’s supposed to be. 50 sens was enough to buy me junk food at the canteen, and quite alot of that too. Friends were not of the opportunist kind nor were there much trouble with racism and shit. But most of all, I liked myself better then.

It’s just like that, isn’t it?

For fear of sounding like an ingrate, I must also say that I’m glad that I have what I have today. A sound education, a loving family, a sane mind and everything else. Even the fat hanging around my ass. I’m quite free to do anything that I wish, with certain well-established restrictions, however. But it’s all good. It’s just the way I could ever wanted it to be.

At least I’m not doing Law or Medicine, biatch.

Muahahahha…..

That’s that.

ciao