in the midst of my essay.
taking a short break to rest my brains.
but hallelujiah, i think i can finish it in time.

just can't wait for holidays to arrive.
but isn't it ironic how this always happens?
it's like a vicious cycle.
3 months study, holiday, 3 months study, holiday...
to obtain my degree, i need to repeat it for 6 times.
but from another POV, i'm already in year 2.
before i know it, i'm out of school.
and stepping into the frontiers of the working world.
a place i'm absolutely dreading.

then what is there to complain about now?
dang. i'm full of contradictions.