One more day. Few hours more.

I am currently waiting patiently for my downloads to be done, and while waiting and mindlessly scrolling through pictures that either makes me squeal or go AWWHH, or both at the same time, I thought about how long it has been for me to write.

And of course, remembering that very entry that was dedicated to me, about me and about writing.
Thank you. (': You know who you are. (;

I have one more paper to end my second academic year proper on the 1st of March and I guess it would really bring me to close that crazy semester where things starts to get really mad at the end. And when I say mad, I don't just mean the workload and ridiculous deadlines only. I meant the things that happened around me, too.

Like how sometimes you'd wished for something to happen, but as time passes, you would totally dread what you've wished to happen, happen.
Like how sometimes you wouldn't think of bumping into such incidents and wondered about the chances that it would happen to you when it really did.
Like how you have to start off the examination week with someone staring at you so intently when you just got off the bus to head for a submission that you don't even know how to react - turn or not to turn? walk? What should I even do? =.=

If you're still reading this space, please tell her to stop the glaring and staring. I am only human and if that happens again, I wouldn't know what will happen and mark my words for I wouldn't be responsible for anything that well, goes wrong.

I don't even remember doing anything to get such treatments especially when you and your things are the few things that are on my list of things that I wouldn't even give a shit about.

All I wanted was to end this semester quietly, with nothing chaotic and nothing to disturb the peace of my mind.

With just one more paper and no more than 3 hours in school, I think that can be done.
No?

Let me just sincerely hope so, while I'm off to wait a little bit more for my downloads and for some shut eye.
Tillagain.