Ninth.

Ohyeah. The month of everything :)) If you know what I mean.

Every mistake has its corresponding lesson. They come in pairs.

Ninth semester. Yes, I am one of those students who enjoyed studying so much. #Extended

Tatay always says that not all things that I must learn would be taught in school. I depend on books a lot. On directions, a lot. On facts, a lot. But as I grow old, trust on these things are surprisingly fading. It may because of the social happenings that happen in my life recently. Trust and loyalty, now, I honestly dunno how to give it to anyone.

I have few friends. Actually I can easily list all of them here. And by friends, I mean those chosen few I can sincerely trust. And by trusting, I mean my loyalty to them. And by loyalty, I mean taking all positive and negative experiences these friends may give to me.

As I said in one of my posts, this university had been the greatest teacher I ever had. She is a beauty. She is a terror. She is unforgettable. Everything about and in her, have been significant to my life. 

I commit mistakes, a lot. And I learn lessons, a lot :)

Nine semesters had been.. Er.. Awesome. If you'll graph my emotions on each experience this University gave me, it will be like a Sine Function. Oh yeah, extremas exist :>