The end of this journey to the... (Europe = West?)

Met a friend in school. he was also leaving home soon~ and when i asked him why he's going back so soon, he said...

"No reason. it's just time to go."

Hahaha... for me too! though i go back early becos there are so many things and so many people i miss, part of the reason is also tha i feel that i've done enough traveling and it's "time to stop".

it's been a teary 24 hours. Went to dinner with my Spanish classmates, Chris, Vivian, and Nina at a rather posh restaurant... where poshness is defined as how few pictures you take when i'm there... muhaha! i realised how much i miss talking to them... like just sitting down at dinner and TALK instead of walking by, stopping and just blabbering a few words then walk on by....

When we left the restaurant and realised that it's the last few minutes with them, it all came... the tears. though it didn't flow down... until i reached the metro... then i looked like an idiot trying to hold back what was forcing its way through the tear ducts.

DAMN.

But luckily my eye redness was gone by the time i reached him, (if not my housemate will be like "what happen" then i will explain = I WILL CRY AGAIN)... when i reached my room, i got the shock of my life!!! this big piece of orange colour paper lying on my bed, with a photo smack in the middle.

with me, Maria and Georgina.

it all started again. this time it's like Nigeria Falls... non stop watering my face. although it most prob costs less than 50cents eur, it meant the world to me.

Small gifts DOES matter. and it matters A LOT.

Packing = Hell when you're trying to squeeze whatever was remaining into ur backpack (since your luggage is alrdy filled to the brim). Couldn't sleep much too... and perhaps that's the reason why i WOKE UP ONE HOUR LATE. never felt so hot early in the morning.

Was frantically rushing to the airport (though i jolly well know i wont be late at all) cos i was too kan chiong to do the GST refund~ which shall i say is like damn irritating process? shan't mention it...

the 15 hours on the plane was kinda teary too.. not becos i was missing Barcelona but cos of the movie "PS I love you". whoever NEEDS to cry, please feel free to watch that movie. cry from beginning till end. -_-

And that marks the end of this blog!!! who reads anyways? -_-

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