There are lot's of things that i want to tell my mom about. But i just can't seems to bring it up. How the fact that I am suffering with my studies and sleeping late at night going through the project that just seems to be endless. Droning to her on and on and on.. Through these 3 months I've changed alot. Serious! Even I can feel that for myself. Who's there to say i haven't changed? It's myself I'm talking about here. So don't dictate me.

Poly life really opens up my eyes. Mostly, all i got was, the bad view of it. The "gap" with friends is still inevitably there. Somehow, i passed through the everyday of my life like a walking dead. You may ask what's so difficult about studying in poly? You just have to do your part well, contribute what you've been assigned to do, be punctual and a saint to attend every lecture and tutorial. But, hey what do you know? Life's never that easy. There's a bit of sacarsm there. Dotz. I'm not supposed to type out. Lols. When you enter to a stage whereby, there is a whole class full of top quality grade students. They tend to bring you down. The work that you've contribute will not be of use. As it isn't "fit" in the sense for them to see and use it in the first place. How delightful is that? Every thing you do they'll correct. Even your own stuff, which you know for sure of yourself. They'll still go on to give their opinion which they felt was correct. Nuh-Uh. It wasn't that easy as you would've made it out to be. Now, are you able to put yourself in my shoes?