The production of a wonderful and freaking amaze-balls presentation I could ever make in my 18 years, has just ended. Kidding, all of my presentations are awesome ;D
Whilst waiting for my bestie/sister/girlfriend/mom/flatmate to finish her assignment so we could walk back our home sweet home, I've decided to write this forever-being-abandoned blog.
Holy sheeeeeeeet, time really do flies when you don't notice and being kept up with shit tons of stuff to do during university. I'm not that homesick anymore, but still do looking forward to the day I go home and momo jumps on me, too bad she's too small can't tackle me down, I wish she could.
I'm really glad that I chose Cardiff University during that phone call at 10am, when I was still sleeping. And thank god sleepy Alice chose the right decision. I'm really glad that I met the people here.
It's becoming kind of a thank-you blog post here.
Strolls in the middle of the night has always been one of my favourite thing to do. I haven't been doing it here because Cardiff is a new place for me and I don't really have the balls to go out much often alone, because of the things my parents had told me, there are many bad people who will try to rob you at night and bad things may happen to you and no one will know.
This scares the shit outta me since young.
It changes when there's someone who could accompany you for a walk. You will learn a lot of things on the journey to somewhere, talking to people and getting to know them, it's really fun.
I've learnt about a lot during these late night strolls.
Sometimes in life you may think, "Is this the right decision to do this?" And you may think, "Yea, fuck it, yolo." Well that happens to me a lot, and most of the time I ended up in a good place, which is very lucky. So I'm betting on my luck here again, in Cardiff.
And yes this is a pointless blogpost, cause there's not pen nor pencil or any pointy objects involved. Geddit geddit? lol ok sorry
