Sepuluh.

Pelik juga saya dapat balik ke tanah air saya untuk 10 hari sempena sambutan Hari Natal di negara Australia. 10 hari memang tak cukup, tetapi saya rasa saya sudah mencapai tahap dalam hidup saya untuk tidak merindui orang kesayangan dan hidup keseorangan di negara asing terutamanya musim sejuk yang kadang kala menyeksakan.

This proves how my written Bahasa Melayu has suck along the way. Don

't even mention my mandarin, it's embarrassing enough to be mocked by for not being able to speak my mother tongue well.

I've been back home for the past 10 days. To be honest, didn't really live up to my expectation. I didn't really met up with those that mattered which still bumps me a little bit. There are a few that I didn't manage to meet up. Moving on means having to let go some parts from the past. It is obvious which stuff I know I should let go. I know. It's just that I find it so difficult to let go of those I thought mattered. I guess I'm learning to accept the fact that people just don't care.

Malaysia is so damn hot. Really hot. If YiGang is reading this, my stuff for you plus the things for Lai and Kenyang is with my mum. She'll deliver it to you.

post script: sorry I didn't meet up with you.

Life's liberating when you enjoy being alone,

Ang Mo Kia

~listening to 五月天's 恒星的恒心~