Byebye to my room

If someone shoves a mic into my face and asks me whether i'm looking to staying in a hostel, my answer is NO! My house and room is too comfortable. All the food that i like are neatly stashed in the cupboard in the kitchen. Open the freezer and the tantalising ice cream awaits me. Toilet is just right beside my room. My humble abode, is sufficiently equipped to my needs.

If another person shoves another microphone into my face and asks me whether i'm looking forward to school reopen, my answer is 'i don't know'. i think i WAS looking forward but now, i'm just not sure. The idea of slogging again and burying myself under layers and layers of notes and books makes me shiver all the way to the ends of my hair. However, another part of me likes the idea of getting integrated into uni life, do some fruitful things and stop slacking. Start moving those lazy bum of mine.

If another another person shoves another another mic into my face and askes me whether i'm excited about hall camp, my answer is 'N-O !!!!!!!!!!' (exclamation marks included) I'm just not cut out for orientations. I'm far from enamoured to be dunk into some filthy algae brimming pond or pass food mouth to mouth or go on an Amazing Race, running around like a headless chicken. Most of my friends had commented that i'd looked very 'fierce' during tj's orientations or 'sian' especially when we had to do stupid things or the mass dance. These are just my friends being polite and nice. Personally, i think i look like a grouchy, grumpy, querulous, arrogant black faced bitch during orientations. Although, i like to think that i'm nice when there's no orientations. ( don't puke.) No offense but i think i'll fare better without orientations. As in i think i'll integrate into the environment better without some morbid camp activities. No offense though. Ok. Maybe it's for offensive purpose.

I'm plagued by insecurities now...

I'm worried i can't adapt. What if i cry under my blankets every night (although i know i won't) but there's always a 'what if'. I'll miss my bed, tv, dvd player, radio blah blah blah... and most importantly, my family members. I'll miss irritating them...

Anyway, i think i just go to the camp and be myself. If i don't like then don't play. They can't force me. If they force me, i'll go Nanyang lake, scoop up plastic bag full of algae and dump at them... no joke. I'm dead serious. like dead dead serious. (must emphasise because whenever i say i'm serious, people will laugh immediately after that. )