At times, it is ridiculous as I got the notion that whatever I "try" to write, is like an "idea" to me for that instant, but not really how I feel I want to write. Nonetheless, it is fulfilling and I do feel content.
Yesterday was like a get-together with some old friends, not really friends, but more of childhood comrades. It was like you flip through an old photo album, only it was on Fb. I glimpsed on their photos (and profiles), wondered how they have grown, where they were at this point of life. Some from chubby shorty to slim-down-like model. Others, I had always guessed on how they would turn out to be. It surprised me not, and I've been right all along.
My very first semester is the only thing I'm really looking forward to. To meet new people. Like after a terrible storm, to have a new lease of life, in a new environment. Maybe a new me. Despite the fact that I'm not sure what to expect.