The Last Night

of yam cha sessions,
of shisha sessions,
of talking cock sessions.

I've come to realised that I really did lost myself back there,
and when i came back,
the real old me,
came back gradually,
seeping back into me.

I don't feel so lost anymore back here,
probably because I have my friends and family around me.

I hope I don't forget again when i head back,
because i don't want to.
I knew I lost myself,
but now I know how to find myself again,
i think,
i hope anyways.

I see miraculous changes around me (yes FC, i'm referring to you ^.^)
and yet I'm glad,
that i portrayed the same me to my friends.

This is the i'm-leaving-to-melbourne-and-i-don't-plan-to-sleep-the-whole-night-post again.
but this time i'm staying up alone.
with tinker ting chatting with me online.

need to repack.
i'm overweight.
damn.

4 months ago,
when i left this place,
i was scared,
i didn't know what would happen,
4 months later,
i grew up,
i know how to find myself back again,
i know more things now.

and now.
i'm scared shitless for my results.

yay.

3 more days to start of term 3.
and i haven't read up my literature materials yet.

yes i know,
i'm dead.

thank you for reading.

no funny messages to my friends this time.
if there were to be one, i'd never be able to stop.

i shall repack now.

i want to be a butterfly too.