- If you can't make your mind up, we'll never get started -

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

The Macro assignment made its way back into my hands at long last. May have just scraped through, but at least the previous one brings this into stark relief. 'twas sweet respite from dealing with the reproving hand of Ailness himself (the recrudescence of the flu bug at the LSE was not a welcome one). In my insalubrious state, I managed to muster enough strength to drag myself to school. That's commendable enough, I think. Genuflect before me!

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

So now another of my good friends over here has decided to hitch a ride on the weather-beaten ol' bandwagon back to Singapore. Which leaves me in a quandary. Watching the frissons jolt through her as we plotted the surreptitious ways in which she could stun her friends when she returns aroused a paroxysm of loneliness within me.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

I'll be going back in July!
I'll be there for 3 months!
I need to study!
After 2 weeks I'll be back here agin anyway!
I can't study back home!
My mum will bring me out and stuff me all day!
I'll need the countenance of the higher-uppers
Yet, after these sanctimonious platitudes...

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Jie will be there, the family will be reunited for the last time over the next year
There'll be no one here, nothing to do
No one to go touring with, no one to call and chat with
Nothing to eat
Good ol' 4L are organising that chalet in March

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps?