Surrounded serenity of the night. I feel like weeping. No, I am not depressed. Rather, I am touched. Touched by how life has been kind to me.
Supporting family.
Sweet friends.
Now, I have a fab supervisor for my FYP.
These couple of weeks have been a tiring one. Stress, sleepless night, pukes; FYP is mainly the reason. I suffer because of procrastination, and my pathetic sociological imagination. But my FYP supervisor has been real supporting and helpful.
I dont want to let his efforts go down the drain. And, I am going to give my best, all my best!
Go GO gooo. Do it!