So, (I know some of you don't want to be reminded of this), it's a week before sem two point two begins, a few days before the thanksgiving for oh eight and counting down to the oh nine, and some hours before I got to send the bulletin, looking so fresh, pretty and new to the same old printer.

I can't remember the last time I dread a new year.
I like new things, like blank paper, like the chance to make wrong things and past errors right again.

But oh nine means exchange to some random rural part of China that no one has heard of or bothered with, (well, the Director claims that he likes to send students to places we won't go for tours, I guess this one is spot on), hopefully a trip to some place sunny with turquoise waters with the beloved klan, two months of internship at i-have-no-idea-where, and essinvitecardsMetamorphosisBulletinsNewfacesCampAndSoOn.

Yes, I know we'll survive it all, like we always do.
I know God is faithful and He will stand by me, and i know I have great friends around.
There's just a tinge of dread,
a bit like how you got to run another round of the stupid stadium tracks when you just completed one.

I am still writing Christmas cards,
and the new year is storming proudly with its head held high towards me.

I want to jump into a well and look at micielo.
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