Knotted

Friend: Why are you busy snapping pictures (of the university campus)? You remind me of a tourist!

Me: That's cos I'll be leaving uni soon.

Friend: Well, there's always graduation.

Me: I just want to capture all these snapshots. Memories.

Picture aside (thats how I usually work my 'do anyway - twist, twirl and ta-da, here comes my high bun), I'm feeling really awful right now. The mere thought of graduating from uni and looking for jobs (and entering the workforce) is driving me bonkers...And even then, there's heap loads of assignments (essays, essays and reports), presentations and internship. Tomorrow's the last day of semester and I'm totally not looking forward to it. I can't bear to leave uni and embark on a different phase of life. I know some people out there will probably go 'just suck it up. Cos life's a bitch,' but really, I guess I now understand what people meant whenever they say, 'you'll definitely wish you were still a student once you start working.' I miss seeing those familiar faces from my cohort (even though I don't know most of them personally and vice versa), doodling in lectures (uh, I usually draw coconut trees - I'm really good at that; I've been honing those coconut tree skills since college), dragging myself to early 9am lectures, hanging out at South Lawn and Animal Orchestra, checking out cute lecturers/tutors/tutorial mates and yes, even forcing myself to sit through thick pile of readings. And just this morning, while strolling to yet another 9am seminar, I was reminded of my 19-year-old self - the Arts freshman with blunt bangs adorned across her forehead along with a Campus map and readers in hand. If only time could come to a standstill...