19 days. I really don’t want to keep track of how many more days I have in Malaysia; but on another hand, I don’t want myself to have a sudden heart attack one day knowing that I have only 2 days or 1 day left here.
I never leave home. And I am not ready to do so. I don’t consider national service as leaving home as the camp was so near my house and I basically got to see my family every 2 weeks. But this time, when I leave, I am not gonna see my family for, probably 2 years? But I WANT TO come back next year. I asked my dad, will you pay for my air ticket if I am only coming back for a week. He answered: of course. =) I am looking forward to coming back home next summer. I have to tell myself I am coming back soon, if not, I will not leave KLIA on the 3rd.
I hate sleeping at night nowadays, cause I know when I wake up the next morning, I have one day less here to be with my family. I can’t imagine my days in the UK when I won’t see any of my family members throughout the day for at least 10 months. I am not ready to step out of my comfort zone. Sigh.
I used to plan what to eat and what to do before I leave from the beginning of this year; but now, whenever my parents ask me what I want to eat or where I want to go, my answer is just anything. To me, any place will do, any food will do, as long as I get to spend time with the 4 of you.
How good if I choose to do pharmacy in Monash here and I don’t need to leave home at all. Aihz. I know… I know it’s time to grow up. Sigh.
To those who are flying with me, prepare a box of tissue for me k? And a plastic bag for me to throw the tissue. =P
