Finally, I’m home. A place where I see my mom and dad every morning. A place where I can fool around with my little nephew and niece everyday. A place where I find no frustrations, no worries, no troubles, no hot potatoes. A place where I find a complete peace and freedom.

Friends (from hometown, to be specific) are having their own time attending classes whilst I’m having leisure time to do whatever I want. I’ll be glad to meet up with you guys again. A gathering, I mean gatherings would be so much fun. I remember the times we all spent our times in the cybercafe until before dawn. Hitting the keyboards and clicking the mice. We were indeed mad. But, those are memories, those of sweet ones. You guys are cool.

What about friends from uni? Little time only we had, but great friendship there with you people. We spent most of the time talking non-sense as we always do, analysing what’s the rationale of doing this and that, thinking critically for just anything, showing our favouritism to a particular lecturer (sharing the same birth date as I do, that’s special) and most importantly we had fun.

Second sem had just gone, I’d never forgotten how enjoyable studying Journalism, Literature, most unforgettable one would be Critical Thinking & Reading. Fantastic lecturers despite having a little misunderstanding, but hope a change in him will occur for the benefit of our fellow juniors. Exam’s questions were easier than expected. But that doesn’t mean I manage to get an A for all subjects. I did my best.

Two semesters just passed by in a glimpse of an eye. Lots of thing happened; I’d picked up foosball, I’d get to live on my own, I’d made many new friends, I’d even tried things I never did before. These were all an eye-opener to me. I’d learned and still learning to have a better life.

Read a few of articles about people’s relationship, even the books I’m reading now is about gay relationship. I’m not talking about fuck and go, it’s about love. How do you perceive love? I’m still searching for an answer to that. It’s not easy. From the looking at so many failed relationships, I somehow afraid to be any near it. Not courage enough to even think about it. It’s darn complicated.