The past 6 weeks has been many things; tiring, hectic, mad-crazy fun, highs, chillax.

Met tons of people from all over the world.

Done a load of crazy things.

Learnt how to live.

I definitely miss Berkeley. Already do and always will.

Finance and esp Investment made me feel out of my element. But, that's how we stretch, no? (:

People chasing their dreams, 

Their passion, love and stories.

My dream, i should chase. 

U.S. is the land of opportunities. 

Where we have the right of freedom.

Freedom to live, freedom to dream.

Hmms, this is starting to sound quite propaganda-ish. I don't mean it that way. 

I miss all those super long hilly walks

I miss waking up and rushing to class

I miss GOLDEN BEARS!

I miss philly cheesesteak and cheese fries

I miss Cloyne Court

I miss Unit 2 (despite my wooden bed)

I miss bear walks sending us home

I miss watching the sunrise and sunsets

I miss the late nights

I miss the talks

I miss the people

I miss the life

Aight. It's 7am and that means sleep deprivation has accumulated to outstanding amounts.
Overdrive.
It's gonna be fun-tiring 5days in L.A.