an excerpt :

again, enough of school, please, i'm pleading myself.
the late HTHT talks i've been having with the B2 girls were really a good way to end, or maybe begin the day, remembering that we closed our conversations when the clock showed that it was 3 am ?
4 hours of sleep were the maximum i could hit, and a few minutes before 8, i was awake again because i made a promise to turn up for breakfast with the same gang.
priceless :)

i realized that i have grown some kind of love towards the people surrounding me, and hall :)
the culture really fits me because they don't steer you, and they don't force you to do what you're not willing to do,
everything that i do for hall, or almost everything, is out of my willingness, and they are sincere.
that's one hell of a good point.
they won't ask you to throw away your books, and interfere with whatever rubbish they're involved in if they know that you really can't let go of your books at certain periods of time,
and they know when they are supposed to be having fun, and when they're supposed to be concentrating back on the books.

im gonna miss hall like mad,
esp the B2 girls.
i love u girls:)