And so reality’s caught up with us. Just when we were starting to adapt and enjoy the flying, the MakPuki has to suddenly drop the reality ticking time bomb. We’re left with 2 months or so, and we seem to be the least done with everything.

Then again, I was stoning when we were being shot at, and I was just repeating whatever was being said. Alas, fatigue is kicking in, then again, I’m still up in the wee hours, torturing the physical and mental state of, well, myself.

So what now? Chiong towards the end?  I hate last years, it’s always the fastest and thoughest, causing you to get separated from the ones you wish to spend your last few days of school with.

Stop running, and turn back.