Gostan

I'm hopeless I know.

I've promised myself to move on, look ahead, and stare deep into the horizon. Yet every now and then, I can't help but take a peep back and see how far I've come.

But the Uncle-Up-There says, "no one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God."

And so I've decided to gostan. I'm putting the plow to rest, march right back to where I came from, and embrace the past with a suffocating hug, before putting my hands to the plow again.

Truth be told, the main reason why I've been looking back so often, I realise, is that because I've never documented any of my Uni experience, I fear that I'd forget them - hence my constant need to look at the past and be reminded of it.

In the upcoming posts, you will find every facet of my entire Uni life extensively chronicled, from semester 1 to 6. And dear readers (if any), along the way, you'll find information that may or may not interest you but will be documented nonetheless as it is purely meant for my recollection.

After which, (I hope) there will be no more longing eyes casted at the past, and boy, will I start to work that plow.