its really strange that i do not really miss auckland. i think of the people. but compared to when i came back from norway previously, i realise that i take a much shorter time to adapt. maybe cos i have been there for long, and its getting boring there too. (not the people, but the place) and i miss home.
you know wats inside my heart now? wait. that is the word. waiting.
during the camp, we were suppose to write a letter which will be mailed back to us in 2 years. write what you see yourself in 2 years. this is wat i wrote.
'God, we are suppose to write what we will be 2 years down the road. to tell you the truth, I don't know. i really don't know.'
guess that about summaries it all.
there is an open door. but which is the one that is open? *props head and wonders*
i thought that i would be really excited about christmas. but am not really lei.. maybe i should take a walk down orchard road by myself. but its just too crowded la.. or maybe i should just take a walk down my heart.
soh family is coming le. heaps of party at my place. =D
at my door step
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