Haha, I passed third year college!


But the looming darkness of thesis year is hovering above me like a thunderstorm cloud promising a very evil storm. But I think I can take whatever this year dishes out... yes, I feel immortal.

By the way, I know my deviant account is about as progressive as a snail's pace. That's mainly because I'm interested in writing again. Serving two masters is really hard. One of them has to give in.