I shouldn't be here.

First of November, the days of tuition-going is about to end. Is that a good thing? Well, tuitions have always been the place, my place, to learn. From Mr. Huan of SKOR A to Mr. Nicholas Awww, The One with Many Wives; Mr. Rengga, Mr. Yew, 林雄高老师, obviously my chi teacher... All the way back from Primary 5. Teacher Irene...

School has always been my socializing arena, a place to let my hair down, at all times. Being around my friends, talking, eating, talking some more... Homework? What homework? School means I get to loosen up, unwind and ease off. So yeah... Other than our dedicated (no, I’m not being sarcastic) Puan Poh a.k.a. Ah Poh @ Chemistry Teacher’s classes, I get to let my hair down, all the time, not like I have a choice. But well, given some guts, I’d prolly paint the school red as well. Come to think about it, I’ve always wanted to put together a gig on my school’s rooftop with a couple of friends. I suppose that’s not going to happen. The band we were supposed to have didn’t even happen and school’s about to be out...

Oh well, Junior College will be a new exciting chapter of my life. I’m actually looking forward to it. SPM seems so near and yet, the after-SPM part still seems so far. Speaking of SPM, I don’t know why but I don’t feel worried yet. I should be. I haven’t been studying these few days. I’m just sitting in front of the TV with the Mac on my lap. Just stoning... while typing. I just can’t feel bothered.

I know I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t...