My dad always says that I'm a good writer, but I guess he's only being a father. Nevertheless, I might admit that I do have some joy in writing, although my performance with the pen & paper set is better in Portuguese, or at least it was. Am actually writing about the art of "writing" because right now I'm in the middle (beginning) of my thesis, and I must admit that my skills aren't good enough for something big like this. At least that is what my tutor thinks, not that he said so, but the actions of scribbling over all my ideas, effort and time makes it self-evident.
Besides the red pen attack, I am still figuring out the logistics of my "return". Now that I've been homeless for more than six months (meaning not renting an apartment on my own, cause I've been warmly welcomed by Mrs. Maria and Mr. Robert to their house for the past months!), my things are all over the city! Still have some things with my friends, four boxes plus miscelaneous at P's and all my daily gadgets back at Qing Pu. Don't know how and not even WHEN will I gather everything at one place and then find out what am I going to do with all my stuff!
And that leads us to another question: What am I going to do with my life afterwards? Oh! So many things to think about right now, that I wish I had more time to do so...
More time for my thesis, more time for my logistics, more time to figure out what am I gonna do... Guess that in a way everything is linked! Messy messy life!
Muchas cositas para hacer en tan poco tiempo!
Time management: almost eleven o'clock and I still haven't been through the notes from yesterday... My cue to stop here...
