Time flies, but this is ridiculous. It's Monday and the second week of school [Whaat? Already?!]. Perhaps this is attributed to my three-day week timetable at school coupled with the fact that the first week usually consists of nothing. Well, there's the usual briefings, but nothing too heavy. Let's not be lulled into a false sense of security because it's Week 2, which means we have 14 weeks to save our butts, and also 14 weeks left of student-hood [well, at least for me]. Which is a scary thought because no matter how torturing, school has always been some sort of refuge from the atrocities of the working world, to put it bluntly. My transition may not be that rough, but who's to say? As Eve was briefing us on Friday, I surprised myself by feeling a sudden jolt of sadness as I thought about how this semester is my last chance to do well in school. I'd admit my attitude towards work last semester was something less than desired, and since stepping into Interior Design, it has been one rushed submission after another, and I felt sad because this semester would be my last chance to submit a project I'd be proud of at the end of it all, and to go out with a bang, so to speak. Sad also because there won't be the security of predictable school work to hide behind anymore. After April, I've got to start thinking about what I want to do for the rest of my life. Curled up by the fireplace writing poems with my golden retriever beside me and a freshly baked pie cooling on the windowsill seems an overzealous ideal. At least not in Singapore. Which is why I've been toying about with the idea of going to London to work ever since Mom mentioned that her old friend is based in London with his own architectural firm, and that if I wanted to, I could try contacting him and applying for a job there. Seems an exciting prospect, and God knows how much I've wanted to get away from life in Singapore for a bit. However it's scary too because in a little under four months, it's a whole new journey for me, one which possibly may determine whether I'll be living under a bridge and rummaging around for scraps of food for the rest of my life.