Second week had ended. Let's do some reflections.
For 3 days, I've been coming back home late and eating late dinners. It was worst than I thought to be. Everyday, I just returned to home, tired and worn-out. But, on the other hand, I've been having later-than-nine o'clock lessons. This means that I can wake up later.
As I said before, my time-table stinks. All those long breaks in between... The only good thing is that Fridays is my off-day. And that today is an off-day too.
It made me realised that Freshman time-tables are the best. The time-tables are catered especially for Freshmen, early classes and early dismissals.
I missed those Freshman days. Really I do. I regretted not giving my best and not enjoying it while it lasts. And I'm not talking about the time-table.
It's weird in my Junior class, 2B03. Like what my friend has said, everybody has their own cliques and own set of friends. Nobody really makes any effort to know each other. It's quite sad and awkward actually.
It makes me even more glad that at least, I have a friend/classmate from my Year 1 class. A familiar face is always welcomed.
The dreaded projects grouping. I should have known that I won't be so lucky every time. It's not that my project group is that bad. Well, it still remains to be seen. I'm feeling kind of apprehensive about it.
I missed my year 1 project team! The dynamics was quite great since the start. It was rather rare, in fact. I can't help but to reminiscence those days.
Another thing, I don't think I like my cross-cultural psychology class very much. I don't want to say much.
However, it makes me cherish the times I get to spend with my friends even more. I get to meet them in lectures, cross-cultural psycho lecture and sometimes, during lunch-time. Ah well, this is the best I can hope for.
Once again, I must say this. I'm not a peoples-person. Sure, I can get on well with familiar friends and people. I'm shy, so people have to make the first move. I have so much to say, but my muse seems to have gone.
Typing all these makes me melancholy. Yes, before I yet regret another year gone by, it's best to start enjoying the moment, right? I'll try.
I'm listening to December Boys by Peter Cincotti. It's a really nice song with meaningful lyrics. A little like how I feel.
Unfortunately, the video on youtube which I like has been taken down. So, I can't provide a link.
I'm thinking about you
And I remember everything, all of us
I look at the ocean
But still I can't see anything,
But all of us
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The time of open hearts
The time before the rest of life begins
The learning who we are
What I'd give to be December boys again
~
But nothing was easy
But I would do it all again, and never change a thing
It's all about choices
But I couldn't watch you walk away
Without following
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The lines of broken dreams
The lines dividing strangers from your friends
We live in, you and me
Oh, what I'd give to be December boys again
~
Oh, in between a man and child,
Homeless horses running wild
Everything on earth was worth a try
It took me by surprise,
I felt so good to be alive
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Sooner or later
I'll find the end to everything,
But life goes on
Twisting and turning
forcing us through everyday
Until it's gone
~
At last I think I know,
The past is where we keep what might have been
But, it's best to let it go
Cause' we'll never be December boys again
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We'll never be December boys again
Never be December boys again
Never never be December boys again
