airport nights

feeling: i want to stay up late to do work with someone, anyone.

i'm reminded of how there was one night i felt really in need of someone to be studying beside me as i burnt midnight oil in trinity.

haha i remember thinking "shucks. if only changi airport was in melbourne." and wondering why there was no safe place that was open for me to study at.

i suddenly find myself being cautious and self-conscious of where and who i study with, although truth be told, i personally don't care. perhaps it's just a fear that thngs like that matter to other people and while it's not good to worry about what people think, i think there's a certain extent to which (whether you like it or not) what they think matter.

meh.