On my return

It’s been 3 weeks since returning to Melbourne.

The work load here is driving me nuts. Group work also drives me up the wall. Not so much the team mates, but the idea of having everyone agree on a set way to do things. 2 people may still be alright, but 11 people with conglomerating ideas is chaos. When it comes to design, Architects do have a strong sense of individuality/sensitivity as well as egos boiling under the surface, ready to erupt at the slightest provocation. Passion is not a crime.

As such, I have little time for entertainment. Late night coffees are becoming an every-so-often affair, usually to enable me to relieve the tension within. Submerging myself in work has made be oblivious to the insanity happening around me. I hang out in the faculty library, supermarket and gym. Sad? Well, I think 97% of students here do the same thing. The remaining 3% fail their exams.

On a separate issue, I realize the temptation around me is so great. I don’t mean to brag but it really seems that more and more females are chatting me up. Why? I don’t understand. Are they just desperate or am I feeding my ego and cheating myself? I find myself strangely uncomfortable at times and I reckon its my paranoia. But it can’t be. The staring eyes, the flirty smiles. Obviously, I don’t respond. I don’t wish to.

Coming back here, I am also conscious of the fact I never lost interest in her. I thought I did. But I’m wrong. However, right now, they are other priorities – post graduate year is really tough. So I am consecrating myself and waiting patiently. She’s worth the wait. Definitely.

One day you might read this, or you might not. I hope then, you will see a shred of goodness in me. I will wait. 4 months, 1 year, 2 years. It doesn’t matter.

Because you are the most beautiful girl…