The End of all things bad and good.

SPM is finally over.

And there's not a lot of time to celebrate.

Three days from now it's university hunting.

A week later and it's visa application time.

another week or so and I'm off to try and survive on my own.

No rest for the wicked I guess.

But I'm fine with all that. Heck I've fought, strove and Haggled my way here. Now there's no more pressure. No more annoying adults instructing how I go about my way. No more redundantly tucking in our shirts in some misguided belief of the education system that it should be done simply because it is law. No more crappy canteen food burning my money and only partially filling my belly.

No more high school friends.

They've all got their own fields to pursue, Amir and Derek's becoming doctors, Alistair wants to go for engineering, Eman's going aviator on us and Bax.... well, Bax is Bax.

And I'm going into a field few enter because it's generally perceived as a drop out subject, the gaming industry. But screw the general perception, Like I ever gave a serious crap about how this society thought of me anymore. I'm, bothered that all these friendships I've gained are all going to disappear along with the memories. I wonder if any of them would ever remember me. I don't think I'd remember them.

I'm getting close to that crossroad. wonder which path I'll take.