winter whine

i've been meaning to write but don't i always?

school has just started. first week went off in a blink of an eye. thanks to martin lurther king jr. though, we had the monday off. god bless him. there was a slight self-provoked optimism of energy brought in each class. by the second session however, pre-judgments began faltering. who's to blame?

it isn't the time of the month yet to endure pms-ride, but i could feel the hormone bitching one another. bunch of sluts. cut me some slack will you? i really don't need the zits. especially that caffeine is consumed almost everyday. winter too hasn't been so gentle with my skin. blah blah blah.

can't believe it's been a year and a half since i left home. iowa city. despite the occasional whining of how mundane it is, this is home. it's where i grow as a person and it's where i've come to appreciate life in different measures. the few who has flown or rather caught me when i fall, has indeed become a part of me. they are my family. my friends.

just the other day i walked pass pentacrest, then i realize how much i'm going to miss this place. the simplicity. behind the dream to strut down the street of manhattan with my own mulberry alexa and a pair of christian louboutin, yadi yada designer labels i will dearly miss iowa city.

it's the hormone. the melancholy ambience. every once in awhile.