all of a sudden, i felt nostalgic.
i don't have the slightest idea why this happens.
i mean, i've been here for more than half my life and suddenly i just wished im there.
why can't i just stay when i was 4 and now i wouldn't be able to sit in front of this bloody computer, blabbering crap.
maybe life's just like that. there's nothing called regret. nothing like that.
well maybe if i stayed, i would be enjoying life, without tiring LA proj, all those english written assignments, english novels, file checks, common tests... maybe life would be better.
come to think of it, i would be eating local dishes, enjoying the bustling of people, here and there, sitting in my father's car, to and fro, waking up every morning in a comfy bed with cosy blankets around me, going to interesting shopping centres, purchasing some magazines or dining out and i would be talking most happily in a language that im supposed to be communicating in.
life would be great.
and all this shyt im crapping out here has only two causes.
yeah and i know exactly what they are.




i miss home and im pms-ing.