on the bathroom floor

Nothing changed! Nothing at all. I almost felt normal eating and walking there again. I wonder if 2 years really is that long. I seem to feel more attachment to the building than the people there. The walls, the cracking paint, the semi circle toilet and artworks that hang there till now. The campus is really alive on its own. People just inhabit it. Sigh I think I'm sounding more and more cliche but it's the truth.

And then we got really bored. Badly wanted a house to crash. In the end mine was the only option. Home is really one of the funnest places to hang out. :)