those were the days...

wake up early in the morning with million of thoughts swimmming in my head.
1st year, 2nd year, final year....
ahh! i hate counting on the days,
could someone just do me a favor?
stop the time please, pretty please?
i am begging you.
i stared at the once-blank album,
it is now full of memories.
time faded, but memories won't fade away.

i was in the middle of nowhere with these thoughts in my mind:
1st year:
'play harder, study later' somehow, i managed to apply this theory
still remember what we did?
redbox, movies, cooking, partying,yam cha'ing
my house almost turns into an service apartment. =p

2nd year:
don't know why, have not much memories for this year.
joined toastmasters, started taking lot's of English classes.
Not much fun though.

final year:
all i have got in my mind is fyp
another thing i couldn't forget is.....
skipped classes and stayed in the library,
not study, but checking out for cheap flights.
(to be continued, later?)

sounds like i am graduating huh?
yeah right, have this kind of thoughts while i was driving pass the streets this morning.

oh hey!
have a sudden thoughts,
how come university doesn't have corridors for us to loiter?
i miss corridors.
i miss enjoying the morning breeze and standing by the corridor,
like what i did during my secondary school time.

fading out.......