Contemporary

The Familiar Scent

Books, classes, quizzes, timetables, curricula, studies and water bottles.Those are what any academia is all about. Now, I am revisiting the whole experience once more like any jukebox playing “Yesterday Once More”. Difference is that I am the other side of the link. I am now the teacher. The advisor. The tutor.

What a break, finally. Back home now on the familiar grounds, familiar faces and familiar scents, it is nothing but contentment. Now I just need to focus on my plans. Focus on the long-term plans, yet not escaping the responsibility of my short-term. Only missing is that someone I have lost sometime ago. Yet, I believe I can do this. C’mon, peikz. Let’s make this work.

Dealing with Idiots, for dummies?

withered petals

Hope and Faith

Have MERCY on those hungry ones

The timely decision