Felt like my weekends were wasted this week because I didn't do much other than going for training on Saturday and then airport trip today. But nonetheless, I was happy (perhaps because I had excuses not to do work). I should be feeling guilty though (which I do) but more happy than guilty currently. I just love family time, just sitting around and chatting about everything. Thankful for this family really.
Before daddy entered the departure gate, all he told me was to work hard and concentrate and this will all come to end soon. A good one perhaps. But all I could reply him was 'Bring me. Bring me along with you.' Getting really sick of everything here and going to the airport is just so close to me leaving this place. And I hate that feeling. So close yet so far. 201 more days and I'll be out of here.
