This look like it'll be fun.......

Ahhh the dreaded first day of sem. Full of bittersweet ironies.



Sweet because you get to hang out with your posse again but extremely bitter because the price of having fun with friends have to be paid by countless sleepless nights thanks to research, useless group members who do not pull their weight when it comes to group projects and that damn nerve wrecking class presentations that lectures are soooo fond of.





Everything comes with a price.





The first day was full of "How are you?!", "How was your holiday?", "Oh my you lost weight!", "Did you see that chick? Her boobs grew bigger. How is that possible?" and so on, and so forth. You know that this will be yet another chapter in our lives where we make sweet memories together. Laughter in the halls, people hugging everywhere, girls in brand new outfits, boys with new hairdos, ahhhh...good times.





Then you stepped into your first class ever for this sem. You realise that no one else in your gang is taking this class. You're a lone ranger. Hhhmmm that's cool. I'll be the cool, mysterious (and on good days, which is rare truth be told) kinda hot-ish chick sitting at the back of the class by herself.......................................................................................................................................Oh crap. This class will suck. I'll die of boredom. Ohmygawd. Get me the hell out of here!





Then in step her. Over sized sunglasses still shading her eyes even though we're in doors, miniskirt with kitten heels on, one ear as seemed glued to the phone. Who's that following behind?...Ahhh........ the sidekick. Curly haired cascading down her shoulders with an expression on her face that could only be described as if she's having some kind of perpetual shit shoved right under her nose. They sat down, then she turned around to look at the Constantly Dramatic One.



She smiled. I smiled.

We both know we can't stand each other.



Looks like this class is not gona suck after all.

Game. Set. Match.

Game. Set. Match.

Term finals starting on the 1st and ending for me on the 4th. Then term break until Jan 14th NEXT YEAR.

Let the good times roll.

Though I am stressing for the finals and I can't seem to go on sleeping for more then like 2 hours or so without waking up and sleepwalking to my book, my exam stress is pretty much under control. Scared shitless, getting migraines and lost of appetite but nonetheless, exam stress is pretty much under control. Hey, its not like I'm puking all over the place now am I?

Anyways it had been a....tame term. Yeah nothing exciting happened really. Made a new friend I can really click with, discovered 3 people in college I really care about, them he-bitches that made my life hell in the previous term have left, and the bitches that I hate that are still around are leaving next year. Good clean term. Nothing out of the ordinary. Tame. Normal. Mundane....Kinda boring. Kinda sucks ass but yeah, ok. Whatever.

Then the 2nd last week of the term rolled in and here comes You and your Sidekick zeroing in on the Constantly Dramatic One. The plot thickens. Bitchiness baits were lowered waiting for the Constantly Dramatic One to bite. Icy glares exchanged. Snide smiles directed. Underhanded comments abound. Ahhh....

Game. Set. Match.

Welcome to Girl World.
Only the bitchiest survive.



But thing is huney, I didn't bite did I?
Coz your timing is lousy. Loooousy.

Why woman? Why the 2nd last week of the term? Why? Why can't you be all bitchy to me in the middle of the damn term? When I was bored out of mind and all emo bout becoming an adult and all that? Why? I would have welcome your bitchiness as an amusing distraction but now seeing that it is the last week, I am not gonna play that game with you. 3 days to go? I know you're good in this game and so am I, but seriously, even with you and me combine we can't create enough drama in 3 days time. Lousy timing.

Boo, you whore.

But maybe...maybe if we would to end up in another class next term and you still feel threatened by my presence onto your existence and if I have nothing else to do with my time, then yes, I'll bite. The game have been set anyways... and one player is already in. Up to me if I wanna play this with you but if I do then that means I actually have to pay attention to you and acknowledge your... existence.

So the only question left...are your worthy of my time and attention?

..........................I think you are.

Game. Set. Match. 2008.

See you there.