I can't sleep. Been up since 7am when my favourite bitchass partner came over to pass me my personal In-flight Entertainment Kit. She never saw the tears.
Later in the evening, I foresee the same scenerio; only with more people and soiled Kleenex.
Yesterday kinda sucked but nonetheless, it was really sweet of my bf to travel across the island to my place. And finally, I managed to satisfy my craving for bubble tea. That's a million thanks to her bf. This is the epitome of "ai wu ji wu". Saw my AFs, looking pretty and dolled up for the last time. x)
It sure feels as if I'm not returning for 3 years. How the fuck am I supposed to cope with managing my allowance, studies, wrecked life, laundry.. ALL ON TOP OF FEELING HOME SICK? (Can't believe this is actually escaping from my lips)
No more time to dwell in self pity. There isn't much space left in the lugguage and I might already have excess baggage but I think I'll just squeeze in a few photos. Just for the memories and perhaps, my slow remedy to curb homesickness.

Dear God,
I would much prefer to bring along my girlfriends. But since that's not possible, please let me meet nice people over there. Let me have a room with good fengshui so that I wouldn't hear funny noises from next door. Please make me psycho myself to study hard. Very hard. And lastly, don't let my friends here forget me. Even if I come back 5kg heavier, unable to fit into my Levis and my face has ballooned to an unrecognisable state, tell them to still love me ok?
Love E'an.

Goodbye urbanists. This time, it's for real.