TOUGHSTUFF: I KID YOU NOT!

...is anything but eventful, unfortunately. While my batchmates are probably basking in the sun of the Bahamas/ shopping in Tokyo / anything of equivalent value I still find myself stuck in the searing suffocating heat of my home making sense of the irony of enjoying the pressures of exams and loathing the comforts of home. If misplacing my sense of purpose is not bad enough, I should think that having dreams of the very same exam (with strange questions based on unity/music, but that's not the point) be a hallmark of my undoing. Despite having passed the aforementioned.

What am I doing, one may ask: and that is the very same question I pose to myself everyday, consciously or otherwise. It's hard not to expect anything, I suppose, considering the whole drama we went through. No one can really blame anyone for expecting life to be more eventful or enjoyable or operatic, for that matter. But I suppose it's still something I'm learning--that the world doesn't revolve around me, and life goes on even if I want an orchestra playing everytime I wake up.

But surely waking up wishing that money grows on trees just for a day isn't a bad thing?