It's been months since I've last blogged. 

So, what have I been up to throughout the course of time? 

Basically, busying myself with college by hating everybody, but that was months ago.

Fast forward a few months, eternal bliss. A long semester break, doing absolutely nothing. Home bound with the internet and Benji (my precious dog) by my side. 

And right now, it's the last week of my semester break and I'm trying to enjoy the remaining days.

As it is, I'm not entirely thrilled of returning to college again, and to make it worse, I had/have to help out in a club activity which is a pain in the ass.Who on earth spends their holidays on club activities? And above all, I have to deal with a condescending prick who doesn't know how to appreciate my hardwork, and art. Basically, I had to create a poster for a project that's coming up soon, real soon, like 2 weeks from now soon. Kudos to them for their lack of efficiency. And so, I was forced to come up with something in a short period of time, and their pestering and "high standards" were really getting on my nerves. "High standards". Allow me to enlighten you about these people, the members, the committees in this club. They're very creative when it comes to marketing strategies, anything to do with business, they're pretty good at it, but when it comes to creativity in an artistic perspective, not so good. So, my job is to create something the committees like, but the inner artist in me felt that there's more than that. When you do something you're passionate about, you don't just do it for the sake of doing it. You take it to a whole new level, to the point where you forget the main purpose of doing it, and you end up doing it because you enjoy it, you dwell yourself in it, you're literally living the moment. From the fonts, to the colours, to the composition, every little detail was taken to account. Poured my heart and soul into everything I've created, and what do I get in return? Under-appreciation and sleep deprivation. But what killed me the most was seeing that they've touched one of my works and turned it into something else. I take pride in everything I design, and I take art pretty personally, and at that moment, I felt a surge of emotions; anger, frustration, sadness, and dejection, all conjured into a catastrophic outburst. I pretty much went berserk and gave them a piece of my mind. It may not have been professionally done, but when emotions get in the way, I just stop thinking.

Even with previous projects, I was unhappy working with them, but it never hit me hard as that moment. Because of that, I can't help but feel the utmost animosity towards them. I used to always say, forgive but don't forget, but I will never forgive nor forget that moment.

And that's how my perfect blissful break turned into something ugly. Dare I jinx it by saying, "can it get any worse than this?". The answer is yes, because college. I feel as if these events were set up as a warm up for me before college begins. Thank you life, but what I need now is a divine intervention. 

Well , you won't be hearing from me for another few months from now. Till then, see ya.