I was looking through My Pictures folder and loads of wonderful memories started to flow in one by one. I knew I had to pen it down somewhere and since I'm super lazy, I decided to blog about it.

There is only five days left before the day of departure. It was so long, yet so near. I always look forward to this and kinda feel hyped up 'cause of this. But as the day of departure gets nearer, I sorta miss a lot of people and things. I've been taking things for granted. These 3 months shall serve as a term of independence for myself. I started hypnotizing myself "3 months isn't very long, it'll pass by in no time!". But some things are just so addictive like drugs, I just can't imagine days w/o my family, and my friends. The things that I always do with my friends and family. I need pictures. I need hugs. I need real-life friends and family. Can I hug all of you in the airport?

I know it's super kuku. People might be thinking I'm whining like some kiddo who have never been overseas. But for a first timer who have never leave my family's side and to a faraway place, I guess you wouldn't know the mixed-up feeling. Quit deciding for me what I should do! Stop! I'm just someone who needs my family's warmth and my friends' support:(

I've been super emo by the nights. Emo isn't good at all. I shall quit it soon. But just by thinking, I feel emo already. How?

:( :( :(

another emo night for me again.