I'm growing fat with every counting day cause life here is too comfortable. Weather is perfect for breeding a big, fat and white me. The food here contributes all the more to this constant progressive growth.

Things are getting rougher, stress levels are building, requirements are accumulating and self-confidence is trembling.

It’s naive but I’m starting to question if I’m able to perform at that level, questioning my personal attributes.

Keep my prayers alive and hope for a miracle. If it’s my calling, it will be answered.

I do not ask for a perfection neither do I want to be the only one who prevails, I would just ask God to be who I am and what I’m destined to do.

I need support. Mutual support from someone special, to give me that special motivation but in these single rooms we checked in, there are only these 4 walls and me.

So awesome and strange these four walls are actually teaching me independence. Stand on my own even in times like these.

A pretty cup of clouds seen on my way here.

I know some where on this land you are having fun. Whether you acknowledge it or not, can you fly with me? It feels better to have you around.