... About Her First Day.

And some serious procrastination, come to think of it. I'm so sorry, dear readers but Tuesday happened to be the first day of college and so far it has been wonderful. Mainly due to the fact that I haven't started my A-Levels yet. For the past few days, I have been waking up early, forced into jogging like a little bitch and screaming my already screamed-out throat out. It was the most exhilarating feeling ever. I should probably stop gushing about it now lest I should ruin my reputation and act like a sappy wuss. So due to college, I was unable to collect photos of my Singapore trip for your viewing pleasure. I wore my panda hat in some photos and my sister took great pleasure in making cruel jokes and ridiculing me - that's siblingship for you.

Instead of photos, how about I tell you about my college experience instead? I'm not sure if you can call it college exactly, seeing as classes has not started yet but it had been a good week so far. As part of my campaign towards being more responsible, I think I'm doing quite well so far. I have my own keys and let me tell you this : I HAVE NEVER FELT SO GOOD IN MY LIFE. As I'm currently studying in a boarding college, this means I have to stay there on normal weekdays and will only be allowed to go home during the weekends. As such, I have been assigned an apartment (on the ground floor, thankfully - my room mates and I have timed our journey from our shared apartment to classrooms and it took us about 10 minutes of leisure walking. Running would probably take five, but I seriously doubt I have the stamina in me to sprint the whole way) . The basic college apartment consists of four bedrooms, two bathrooms and a hall. Now, the hall has a dining table and each time I come home exhausted from whatever activity the day had surprised me with, nothing gives me greater pleasure than having to walk to the table and throwing my keys on top of it. The metallic jingle-jangle of metal making contact with wood is the first thing I look forward to every time I walk home. Unless you have lived alone before, you will know no other greater feeling than this. There's only one word to describe that feeling : ADULT . Excessive film and TV-watching about successful or the usual not-so-successful people in their 20's has prepared me and had me dreaming about this moment and now I can live that dream. That one dream of walking down the hall, nonchalantly jerking your arm upwards and flipping the keys from your hand to the table. Then you put your bag down on the table, sigh exaggeratedly, sag your shoulders and collapse onto the chair behind you.

That, my friends, is the life of the cool single person as seen on your screens.

This is what adulthood really means.

If there's one thing that worries me about college is it's that people are so sure of what they want to do already. I'm still feeling pretty undecided about I want to do after this and for some reason, it just REALLY worries me that a lot of the other students in my batch have their lives all figured out. University application is going to start really soon (the middle of this year, I think?) and I am so undecided it maddens me. As far as I'm concerned, I'm trying to keep my options as wide as possible so that career applications would be easier. With that plan for now, I guess the only thing to do is to bury my nose in the books (probably for the first time ever) and just get my grades. C'est la vie.

As soon as I can get my photos of Singapore, I'll put them up here. As soon as I can settle down with consistent wifi, actually. It's been a little hectic the past few days and I've been having trouble with the wifi here so things will have to wait awhile. In the mean time, why don't you wait for my Sunday post? I'll try to keep updating this blog on the promised days so as to prevent my very little readers from starting an angry mob to lynch me for broken promises and irregularity.

Thin Lynn has thunk.