The title says it all; my circus life as a student will now come to an end soon and i'll be enveloping myself in a spiral of a directionless compass which will lead me some place that i don't know yet. It's winter now in Sydney, and i've not made any plans other than the tempting food trips i've been wanting to go for a long time now. Patisseries, sweets, paellas, sangria, pancakes, fresh seafood will provide some warmth this winter, albeit burning holes in my pockets.
And now that i think about it, i'll never want to leave uni. Reading and writing have been the handiest skills that i have, that i shall never want to swap doing anything else even though exams are a lil tedious sometimes. If only i get paid to read, write, speak occasionally! I've been pondering about life as an academic, though it doesn't sound too exciting, but if it was excitement i want i'll look elsewhere other than the job market. I don't want to come across as arrogant or smart at all, but i suppose each individual have a value in them that they could put to good use; some people have more practical skills, some have a sound understanding of theoretical implications, some are just made for something else.
Come Wednesday, elated and jubilant i might be, i'll be looking back at the end of what has been a nice and pampered lifestyle. I supposed it's time i make my interest payments back to my pops!
