Rush. Rush. Rush. This basically sums up the life of an accounting student.

20.10.2009 3.55pm Sunway MPH. Exam.

I raised up my hand to signal my intention to go to toilet. Nowadays the college has this kind of weird ruling whereby they will note down your time out and limit it to 10 minutes. More than 10 minutes of toilet break and you are on your way out of the exam hall. It sounds childish. though.

Anyway, as I made my way out of the hall quietly, suddenly I felt a gush of strong wind flowed through my body while the big door opened wide for me. A shadow of a human slowly formed in front of my vision as I settled down upon the surprise. Apparently, there was this guy who dashed past me to the toilet. It was real fast, given that I couldn’t even have a good look on him, he took the corner to the right and on his way to toilet. People who wouldn’t know it would possibly mistaken him for participating in some college marathon. And seriously, he deserved a prize for his speed.

As I reached the door, he was peeing with his pants down. Ignoring him, I faced to the mirror on the wall, fixing my already cacat-ed hair.

‘Someone is mumbling’, I told myself. My eyes was running around the toilet to find the culprit like a stray dog finding its food. My eagle-sharp eyes locked upon its target and the person was no other the guy who dashed past me. I had a good look on him though, white hair, skinny body frame, and stripes of old skin visible on his face, he was clearly exhausted by the exam.

‘Professional level student,’ I mumbled.

Shockingly, his mouth was vibrating with countless accounting terms, possibly trying to search for his perfect answer. Before I even realised I was heading to the urinals, again he dashed past me like a storm, albeit without washing his dirty hands.

I pulled down my pants, looking down and slowly pondering.

goddamnitomgosh. That’s me in 2 years time. erm. us I mean. you know. US LA!

Can’t wait to see the change!