I kind of dread this period coming and passing by. This is the time when people say goodbyes, and walk out of the four years of a scholar's life. Amongst us some have left, and all who remain are counting down to the diminishing number of days we still see one another. With every tick of the second, we see The End approaching. The End, to JC life, to seeing familiar faces in the not-so-fabulous hostel, to the noisy construction, to... to those I cherish and to my scholarship.
It's like a dream. Four years ago all of us were pleasantly surprised with the same scholarship offer which brought us to this foreign piece of land and with that, our paths crossed. Our paths crossed so much such that it's becoming a spider web, so intertwined and everybody is part of everybody else's story.
But it is time to say goodbye. It feels like having to wake up from a long slumber. What awaits us when we open our eyes again?
Alright, enough of midnight emoing. After coming back from the KL trip much happened. For one, I devoted my entire Saturday night to my BFFs and most importantly, made someone's sweet nineteen memorable. Of course, in doing that it'll mean I broke hostel's rules. Oh but puh-lease, who cares about hostel rules now that we are no longer even candidates with numbers anymore! And therefore, that will be my justification and you shall NOT rebutt. We roamed along Orchard Road, where I became totally in love with this year's Christmas decoration. White and purple lights just gave me the impression of a serene, romantic white Christmas, a total match with the image of Christmas I have since young. There were fairy tale characters as well, such as the little tin soldier and Tinkerbell, which made our walk akin to a walk down fairyland. And I made a little discovery - there are people running along Orchard Road at 6 o'clock in the morning! Healthy lifesytle, don't you think? But I, think it's stupid to wake up THAT early just to jog!
Since my lucky charm is such a popular guy whom everyone wants to date, my turn only comes on Tuesday. I won't deny the fact that I was a little pissed off before this at his packed schedule and not being able to make time for me. However, since I'm an understanding girl, I didn't take it out on him today.
Today was the last time both of us went out together in Singapore, that's why he wanted to play dress up and so I played along. So, me in my dress and he in his formal wear, we watched Bratz, and had our long-promised Sakae student buffet. I concluded that I'm lousy at eating seaweed - those used in making Temakis. I just couldn't seem to be able to rip them off without performing a series of facial stunts, and that lucky charm of mine just had to video the excruciating process. And had a good laugh after that.
When I asked him if the 28th mean anything, he looked at me with the confused face. "Huh?" he said. To say I'm not disappointed is a lie, but I wasn't surprised either. I mean, I did not expect him to be able to, anyway. But my little disappointment was totally gone when I took the train with him. For some unknown reasons the train was packed to the brim, so by the time we boarded there was almost nothing to hold on to. But he held onto me, and gripped me tight. I could feel, the tightening of his grip whenever the train jerked, his pulling my hand closer to himself so I could balance, and the tight grip of his hand on mine, as if telling me that he'll be there should I lose my balance. That simple, little yet meaningful gesture of his meant more than whether he could remember our first month!
I have always thought I have a rational mind, but this time, I guess I'm gradually getting more and more intoxicated. The thought of him leaving for home this Thursday really gets on my nerves. I'm gonna miss those messages that indicate his presence man.
