why do I go?

The orientation is tomorrow, as early as 9am. That means two hours of walking, train-hopping and bus-riding to be an early bird. I don't know why I didn't anticipate this process. Thoughts of making that new set of friends again, depresses me so. It's like a whole new experience to be ventured in since the last four years. Nevertheless, obstacles are meant to be getting over with. I may say I hate doing this today, but who knows how much fun I'll be having tomorrow. Maybe even sampai tak ingat dunia. Oh well, hopefully I don't turn out like a lost person. That will be the last thing I had in mind: being naive. Grey khaki pants and no goody shoes are all prepared to be worn tomorrow. Brave yourself my dear when you meet me for dinner cause I may be one ugly betty.

[updated] Just as I thought, my instinct was right. I went to the orientation and left within an hour. Same old game and I was just not in the mood to be part of it. I did made friends along the way and exchange no's. Then I left. Well, at least I cover up the most important aspect of orientation: to make new friends. Though there was this particular handsome indian guy, kehan. Same course and hopefully same class, no? The dearest one too, pick the right time to fall sick and I made my way to his place after the cabut session. B, you look ok but there's just something fishy with the constant yawning's. Oh well, it's nearly the 40th months and its your wish: shall I stay or shall I go? [/updated]