Having made that dreaded phone call a couple of weeks ago to transfer my I3 class to a post-exam date, all I was resigned to do today was sit at the dimly lit Starbucks opposite Delfi Orchard and watch enviously as trickles of students clutching an all too familiar textbook made the all too familiar crossing past the precarious junction and into the building (I noted once again that most of these students were female, with hair dyed in varying shades of brown or blonde or both, and possessing at least one item related to Arashi, NEWS, Kattun and occasionally, Gazette).

I attempted to drown myself in The Yellow Wave as I sipped from a large mug of half-kick caffe mocha that got rapidly cold and unpalatable when it started to rain and I moved to the small indoor seating area. Where did the other half of the kick go to?

Somehow channeled into the kick I gave myself for letting an opportune moment to pursue one of my favourite hobbies pass by.