These are the times I don't feel like writing about.. Myself being in denial of upcoming deadlines, of endings, of responsibilities, of duties and burdens. Myself uninspired.
Times have been different ever since that Friday when I last posted. Fridays...
The one after January 20, the 27th, two of my siblings came here from Australia.
The next Friday, the 3rd of February, was my birthday. I celebrated it with them, with the inclusion of my cousin. That would have to be the best birthday I've ever had, if not one of the best.
On the 10th, my week of special exams, deadlines on projects and all that was done, with all things cleared and covered and completed. Thankfully.
Today, Friday the 17th, was the last day of our college's annual week of tours and events. I also saw my grades for the previous period. Sustainable.
Right now I'm about halfway through Paulo Coelho's The Zahir, whose story's quite mysterious, quaint, somewhat liberty-focused, and mature. Reading it is like having a glass of that new kind of wine.
Fridays. I wonder how the days would go until the next one.
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