There is often some kind of composure which differentiates mobile and notebook typing. Today I did one of the most outrageous things in my life. I jumped off a plane without a parachute. The thrill is there, and sometimes when you're halfway through, with gravity calling on you, you think, hey this may not be as bad as it seems. I think in the end it all boils down to mental awareness and preparation. Sometimes you learn to let go, sometimes situations force you to let go. My case was the latter, but now there could be a turn, some form of enlightenment that the past no longer shadows my future. I may not be completely composed and ready to hit that one-way street but heck, I'm already at the tollgate, it's just a matter of prolonging the scanning of that smart tag in hand. This could form a good outcome in the end.

On a completely irrelevant note, there are friends you stick by just to kill time, and then there are those who you call put of desperation. In the end, the ones you enjoy are your little treasures in life. Sometimes I'm afraid I've found them too soon.

Lectures have begun, that monotonous routine will thus consume 3 months of precious time. But hark! What do I see? A much anticipated escapade in a matter of days.

Good day everyone.