"We will issue you a conditional offer of place letter."

Well, thanks. You've kept me waiting. I knew it, though. You all wouldn't have enough students in an earthquake-scarred place like that. And if anything happens while I actually study there next year - I'll only have myself to blame. There is a risk, there are implications - and yes, I understand. And yes, I will still head over.

Dear dear university, you still want to see my forecast results eh? Shame. I'm getting papers back as the days go, and everything looks all right - except my Additional Math. Oops. On the brink of failing a subject for the first time in my life. My second term exams were much better-lookin'.

Guess what, though?

I only need to know how to count my grocery bills - petroleum engineering isn't, um, really sexy. To me, anyway.

I've been occupying myself recently by watching Fullmetal Alchemist - both the original and the Brotherhood series. 110 episodes, in a week or so. I'm glad I did that. It's given me something to take my mind off things.