Maybe the worst wish to ever make, is to wish you get to grow up sooner.
Because there are just so many things constantly moving in and out of your mind when you are old enough to think about them. I do not know about your brain, but mine is definitely overheating.
Not literally experiencing a rise in temperature, of course. I believe my immune system still works well, despite sleeping way past "the best hours for sleep".
Cut me some slack. It is overwhelming. And teeney weeney little memory snippets coupled with 'why' questions do less than little to help, if they help at all. For the one whole month since I set foot on NUS, it's been more than a relief that the campus is big enough to reduce some probabilities to negligibility.
But a campus is still a campus. It is still vicinity with boundaries defined. Such probabilities, however minute, however small, is still not yet negligible, for they are still PRESENT. Every single trip made there, has been a risk I took. Luck has been with me so far. But not always.
So then it happened. Of course not with the subject himself, but an imposter somewhat. And then was the time, when butterflies found their way right into my stomach.
So I kept my mind busy. I kept myself busy. For continuous long hours again I was fondling with MS Word in hope of producing the most professional-looking report. When all was done, I could not help feeling triumphant. None of the butterflies bothered me at all.
That's set then. Seems like my Project 'Selective Memory Splicing' is still long way to completion.
To grow up sooner is really the worst wish ever to be made.
Most unfortunately, that was the first wish I ever made.
