Let the chips fall where it may. I don't give a damn anymore. People can be so tedious.
On an even darker note, roomie is going back to Malaysia for two weeks this Saturday. I shall be heartbroken.
My last placement starts next week. It will all be over soon enough. I can feel the end drawing near. To this life I mean. This university phase. The golden days that I shall recall in my later years (God-willing) ever so fondly. This feeling reminds me of Honda from Mishima's The Sea of Fertility tetralogy.
A frozen reminiscence. A long-drawn ache for crystallised memories of youth. A longing that used to rage but now sits nobly poised on the dais of time past. Steady and subdued.