Dementia 303

We burnt magnesium in our chemistry experiment. It looks spellbinding!

Benjamin Franklin

Paulo Coelho

In New York,

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,

There’s nothing you can’t do,

Now you’re in New York,

These streets will make you feel brand new,

Big lights will inspire you,

Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

- Photo by ~greycamera

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Hello fellas! I’ve been in a hiatus due to some reasons I can’t really explain. Just realized that maybe I should post something “eye-opening” about news or stuff here rather than my personal memorabilia. What do you think?

I’m not. But at this moment, I do feel bored with you. Is it because of my intentions are accomplished already?

I’ve been in this kinda situation before and I turned out to think about you. Again. You have no idea how devastatingly painful it was to be in such an unexplainably circumstance.

Still, I don’t know. Just random thoughts.

So, can we start it all over again? Kinda been busy struggling with myself for school stuff. And actually I’m yet to succeed. I prolly have done a few exercises but it’s obviously not enough if what I intend to achieve is passing to Faculty of Medicine at UI. The last tryout results are rather discouraging. I know it’s like there’s a long way to go but come on, I should have done better than this. It feels like I just lost something. Something that used to help me doing this kinda stuff.

I’m not a keen student, I never was. But I didn’t get any trouble at school very often. Well, it changed in the beginning of my senior year. At first, I thought nothing had changed. I keep doing my own thing like I used to do. But then, I realised there’s something terribly wrong with me. It’s like everything turns out to be a failure. The grades are getting worse. My tryout results are even more disheartening. And many other things that fell apart. Then, I tried to find where I did go wrong and I came up with a questionable conclusion: is God trying to force me to put more efforts for everything I do? Did I just live an effortless life on the sophomore year and now I should pay for it? Should I really taste this severe downfall? I don’t know, I’m not sure. But I clearly put a high expectation for the next few days; hoping it could somehow boost up my confidence.

I must prevail!

If I can finish off a hundred of those nasty things per day in this month, maybe I’ll be comfortable to say I’ve caught them up.