I know. Maybe it was the nearly-1-month Ramadhan which made me a bit laid back. Or maybe it has been a month after I received the admission letter from NCU which explicitly providing premature attempts (and failing, ha!) to show my personal life, health, and sanity out of the picture. I definitely should have prodded myself again and ring a bell as the time is clacking hastily. It is only thirty-days left until my departure to the so-called Formosa Island (oh geez don't frame me for being sluggish in thumbing-over one's history). Ain't like four-years ago when I left my country for America, this time around I don't really clasp the jitters. Not saying that I am ready to take the stakes, of course I have these quivers. But compared to the last one, this time is way better. It is just so much prominent when you know you are about to leave your country, family, and friends, yet you don't have to horse trade with any monkey business around your life. Yesterda...
There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all.