I graduated.
I embarked on a working life.
I GOT MARRIED.
Still go crazy with lack of sleep and/or lack of food.
Still cynical (growing more so each day, with the way things are going in our Motherland)
Flew more than an hour to get to a destination (in this case, 8).
Flew more than 8 hours to another world (in this case, almost 24).
Lost loved ones.
Gained new ones.
I think I feel feverish.
I think I should take the bullish life by its balls.
I think I should start expressing myself again.
