Voltaic Volcano

I walk around in this place and all I hear are words like "angle", "dimension", "output", "graph", "increase", "simulation" and many other nerdwords. Now it's week 7, a couple of weeks away from mid-term break. So as expected, this is the high time for volcanoes to erupt, and the human beings start to walk with faster pace, things start to disappear, feelings start to disappear and all other emotional distress blended in a sea of testosterone versus oestrogen.

I guess when your heart's not in the right place, everything starts to fall out of place even though in reality things are perfectly fine as it is. I don't know if I even have a heart anymore, but I guess I kind of like memorizing formulas, which include the ones for the evaluation of geometric series. All I know is that I'm in a state of exhaustion. Maybe, so is everyone else. Exhaustion, in the sense that whatever new information is being fed within me is treated like something that can bend the sharp edges of curiousity, not something that is enlightening to know anymore. Well, complaining about it sounds exhaustive too.

Suddenly I start to recall back the past more often than any other memory, only to find myself being thankful and in full of wonder and smiling at the many events of my life. I start to realize how precious time is, how comforting it is to be surrounded by the four walls of nostalgia again, how lucky I am that I'm a person of positive changes and how long I've survived in this extremely dry place. The past, speaking of it as a present; is so full of joy, so full of youth, energy, of rainbows and sunny days. I would step back and I would go back, if you ask. But I wouldn't do the same things twice.

ps. aku sudah baca karya Jane Austen for three weeks and I'm still not done. Wah pecah rekod!