So I've been out and about for several weeks now---trying to adjust with people and sked, trying to at least be kind (as they say...I couldn't stomach the fact that they just make me do things for them---I couldn't say no, and there's no point for me to complain) and trying to keep up with my hobbies. I write so few nowadays, and I struggle to draw Son Goku and Vegeta every single day. The challenges an irregular student has opened up for me, and I've learned to embrace them one by one.

Research here, interviews there, photography sessions everywhere---and here I am trying to digest what I've been reading, hearing, and writing in class. The makings of a soon-to-be twenty-year-old are coming up on me, and I've getting mixed messages and experiencing mixed feelings. It so happens that my parents are forcing me to grow up, being independent and all. I have been thinking of studying again after this four-year course I am in right now, and Dad is just as supportive. I've always wanted to be a doctor, following the footsteps of my uncle, and I'm going for it.

Christmas. As always, I'll be alone. I'll be alone in the confines of bright Christmas lights and the cold December air. I don't know what will be in store for me this Christmas, it just makes me think that I should find new things to be busy about.

Oh well, I sound like I am getting old.