... like this cup of oatmeal in the middle of the night, placed in a microwave of pressure and heat, and in just a snap, it blows out a mess.
Well, it's been a whirlwind of things since i came back and started serious university life again. A few weeks into my majors, I already had my share of hidoi teachers asking me "what happened to you?" and telling me i've gone haywire and stupid all over. I failed one major prelim exam. I made a mess out of my reports. Whatever. There's this new set of friends (aka classmates), who I thought I'll have a hard time laughing with; turns out, they laugh as hard as i do. Thanks to them, I have a new venue for stress release. (FRISBEE!!!!) I'm back in the dorm where I have a new room with new smallies (who are still very unsure with what they want to major in, Oh God help them!) to look over for. Three months and i have given up a lot of things just to get back on track on the academic road. But until now, i still can't see why the heck i gave them up. I took Japanese classes to bring my Japanese tongue back. I just lost them over the summer. Oh, by the way. I now have a brother in campus, which is a good thing, actually. Someone's looking out for me. I have an ATM anytime.
All in all, i'm half dead, half alive. STILL A MESS.
