Pop goes the weasel

So there go nine weeks, gone in a twinkling, a flash of time, seconds - so premature, yet so long-awaited. Perhaps it's true our education system is rather stifling; it's been quite a long while since I felt so different. Or maybe the experience of it all was just so starkly different from everything I'm used to, affecting me so greatly. But while all good things must come to an end, who says we can't procrastinate?

So quite immediately after it ended i.e. the next day, some of us booked badminton courts and well, played badminton. Been a long time since I touched the sport, so was a bit rusty when wielding my cobwebbed racquet. Though, it took only a while before I really started playing, and it was really fun playing with the rest of them, for three hours straight. After that, had some good chicken rice.

Then we went out again the next day! This time, with a bigger gang (admittedly, badminton's not everyone's sporting cup of tea, so.) of people, at Sentosa. It's kind of ironic, in that we already had so much sun, but you know, uneven, ugly tan lines call for such ironic measures. Basically I tried my hand in sports I previously wouldn't touch, like frisbee or beach volleyball, and doing all sorts of myriad crap in between. Operative phrase being 'tried my hand'. They were fun, but I prefer just soaking in the sea, and engaging in meaningful conversation, haha. Oh and we had dinner at ******! (the exclamation mark is not a typo), and I will tell you now that the service there should be banished to the darkest depths of some abysmal abyss. Food was passable given the not-so-value-for-my-hard-earned-money pricing, but giving us the wrong order and being so unwilling to do anything about it just about breaks the golden rule of service: No, it's not that the customer is always right, but, that reason is always right i.e. unreasonable service personnel shouldn't even be working at all. Anyway.

Hopefully, we'll get to see each other again, and given the slim chance of doing so, it is indeed some sort of obese, fat-ridden hope. Nonetheless, it's still worth hoping. We could continue procrastinating and ignoring the deadline presented to us just two days ago, keeping in touch even as we move on in different directions.