Yoghurt cup #102

• Long time no write. Feels really like forever as I've forgotten about even owning a blog for the past month.
• These past couple of days have been especially hectic. I had no choice but to maintain a completely healthy lifestyle, one I'd never accomplished to do, in order to have energy to finish every deadline in this semester. That means saying goodbye to basically any type of confectionery and fast food, drinking a ridiculous amount of water and sleeping whenever I have a chance.
• But in the midst of deadlines I can still say that I'm happy. Sometimes this thought came to me, the only reason why I can manage to stuff 2 jobs, 3 subjects, each are as important as the other, and each come with two tons of homework, an internship reflection and the preparation for the TOEFL test, is because I truly love everything I'm doing.
• I guess I've always been unfair to the world by judging it so hard for the things others don't put their minds into. I feel like I'm walking on a circus robe with the only thing tying my feet and the robe is the passion for the things I do. If it's gone, I'm just gonna fall free exactly like the people that I've been judging. 
• But loving it or not, when people juggle with so many balls at once for such a long time, there will come a time when the balls fly out of their hand.
• And hence this post.
• I'm not this weak, I'm just a couple hours lack of sleep and spending one of the most tiring days since the semester started. Plus PMS. Everything's fine, I just feel like whining for a little while.
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• Tonight I listened to a couple of the German songs I used to listen to when I was in junior high, ugh the feelings. It's really something when you listen to a foreign song, purely because of its melody, not understanding a word being sung. Then by some randomly weird chance, you study the language, and on such a long and tiring day where nothing goes right like this, you listen to the songs and understand perfectly what it means, what it's been meaning all those years. It feels almost like a blind person seeing family faces for the first time. You know the voice, the muster of the faces, but can never put them together. Feels like everything makes sense now. It's complete.
• I never realized how much I love learning a new language until today, when I get the taste of how it feels to almost lose that love for a moment. Feels absolutely desperate. I think it's enough, you only realize the good things when it's gone.
• Short post, just cause it's such an emotional day for me, and because I haven't written anything personally for a while. This is crucial to balance the elements (I'm talking like that Lars von Trier movie again).
• Ok goodbye safety blanket, I have to flee back to real life tomorrow. Have a glorious life people!