That space beside Janael is mine.
I love you guys.
I can't wait to go back. There are three more days before I hit Singapore soil and I am seriously wanting it to come real fast. Going back seems so surreal to me. Looking at the same buildings and same trees and shivering everytime I leave my dorm is long past its appeal date. It's no longer a want to go back home; it's a need.
I wasted a Sunday, as usual. I was either supposed to pack or to study. But I did neither.