Anti-cipation=Anti-climax?

Matriculation draws near. Therein lies a speck of euphoria of knowing that I've arrived somewhere, that the long arduous journey of adolescence landed me here, in NUS. Nevertheless I continue to marvel at the institution deeply rooted in tradition. On how the buildings looked and smelled so ancient, yet its insides possess a complex modernity of undergraduate life. Students from all walks, yet looking so studious, and the many few who discernably lack fashion sense. I guess it must be my shallow persona talking again, guffawing at those who are geekily repulsive. Shut up Matbloodz you're no better.

Nevertheless the nagging feeling of Anticlimax rears his ugly head. Will it be the same in NJ, where I'll lose whatever spark there is when things come full swing? Hopefully not, for I've learnt to perserve and endured; being a Bronco Coy Platoon Sergeant under the iron-clad rule of John Selvamani is testament to that.

Time to start anew. To focus without distraction, unless distraction comes with a monetary value to my advantage a.k.a work.

Sidetraking things a bit, the year 2007 is a year full of anticipation; of ORD, of freedom, of turning 21 and attending birthdays of such nature, of Budi's Wedding, of Happy Endings/Perculiar Chris, of Harry Potter and the Overcrazed Hype of the Movie and the Last Installment, of matriculation, of earning enough to fund my driving licence quest yes i still can't drive. The list goes on. Still griping to whether all those turned out well, I daresay it couldn't be better.

Eagerly anticipating matriculation, equipped with my trusty laptop, a few documents, my entertainment medium in the form of my iPod + PSP, new clothes and old friends (the best there are).

All of those sans my wallet. Somebody, please find it. I beg of you.