i know i am supposed to be studying now, what with more than a hundred pages of polymer engineering to blitz through but here i am looping kit chan's ndp songs incessantly. they need to give a prize to the people behind kit chan's home. it takes a hard person to not feel like taking the first plane back home after hearing this song.
i have no idea why but i was attacked by a bad case of hormones on the way back to helsinki, and silly me thought that i had kicked my terrible habit of crying at farewells. the letter i found in my pencil box didn't help matters (you know who you are, you evil evil person), i think i kind of freaked my fellow passengers out as i silently teared while i stared at my notes.
i am trying my darnest to live in the moment and i am constantly grateful that i have been given this opportunity but the excitement of gallivanting around the world has kind of lost its shine for now. my dreams may not wait for me, the river probably won't flow for much longer with all the land reclamation we are doing and i know i will bitch about the heat, the humidity (actually i won't, scaly skin on the legs, hands and torso is bo ho chio) and those bleddy erp gantries but damn it, i want to go home.
fret not, i will get better, this comes and goes with them hormones. thank god for the supplies that my mother and wj gave me, they are absolute lifesavers.
our day will come.
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