hot hawt hooorooooooorrrrrrrrt... ... ugh..

It's these hot days that remind me most of the past, as willful and naive as that sounds. Naivety is a luxury in itself - assuming the obviously obvious used to be something that we could take for granted. Somehow, the night's rest resetted all our problems. The next day, it would be another lecture, another tutorial, another report.

And still we complained.

We complained about the uniforms. We complained about the scheduling. We complained about ending at 1pm. We complained about CCAs. We complained about CCA points. We complained about teachers.

How i wish to be back in that crowded lecture theatre, sitting amongst friends, classmates, berating each other with mock insults.

And as the asphalt shimmered under the cruelest of sunny days, we were sitting in air-conditioned rooms, staring through the glass, munching on our BKs and all we could say was "Fucking Hot, rite?" "Yeah, fucking hot." "Really man, it's the hottest fucking day ever."

We listened to music, commented on how sucky it all was, laughing at the depressed men in their white collared shirts running down the boiling streets in their melting black leather shoes, not realizing that one day, we would be one of them.

Nowadays, it's all a little gray. The complaints are real, almost bringing us to tears. the crowd we sit with is all competition, smiles mask lies and the numbers we toy with are real - real enough to bring departments to clamoring frenzy. The reports dont go away and the night's sleep is getting shorter.

But at the very least, one thing still stays the same.

It is, indeed, a fucking hot day.