Ready Or Not, Here I Come

I am nervous, yet excited at the same time at the prospect of leaving for UK soon.

To think that it's only less than 5 days before I leave this beloved country of mine.

Never mind the political side, I'm talking about the memories that I've had here with my family and with my friends.

The thought of not being able to see Rusty and Oliver grow old while I'm away.

The thought of missing my friends' graduation.

Let alone the thought of not seeing them in the flesh for 10 months.

Alright, so I'll rant a bit on the packing.

I was doubtful to carry along a kettle in my luggage (no matter how many times I insisted that I'll buy a kettle there, she wouldn't listen). To be honest, it felt a bit embarrassing. Imagine passing through the scanning machine and the people looking at the screen might snigger at the sight of a kettle stuffed with my (what women wear during the time of the month).

Looking forward to that.

So far, I have not heard news of anyone staying the house that I'm about to live in. And the house that I'm going to call "home" temporarily. With the idea that perhaps seniors might be living there (and I pray that they could be the good-looking types. Ha ha, just kidding), I decided not to ask desperately on the Facebook Group regarding this issue.

I know this is not a good time to continue watching anime, but it is hard to resist watching Sword Art Online. I'm in no rush to watch as much episodes as I can since T introduced me to Playful Kiss, so let it be one at a time :)

Though I admit, I'm excited to be outside the grasp of my parents' leash on me the minute I step into the immigration check-in. But I'm not the type who would go wild and bonkers just because I have no adult supervision. At least, I hope I'm not. You never know (grins).

Oh, yeah! I've finally gotten over my craving for ham ching beng already! Dad and I found this small shop in Taipan (aka Triangle of Terror to me) so I feel much better now.

I can't believe that I have two more dinners to go. Sigh, I can't believe at the last minute, they called up to have dinner with me before I leave. Come on, it's not like my cousin cares about not seeing me for a long time. I am very sad that he is no longer the boy that I used to know, and that he doesn't seem to give a damn in my life. I expressed concern about his injury, yet he doesn't acknowledge. What kind of cousin is that?

It hurts me to know that I don't matter to him anymore. To know that he puts his special friend before me. To know that he goes into Facebook on his mobile in my presence.

Okay, you know what? This post is getting nowhere. First I was talking about being nervous and excited about leaving, and then I talk about my relationship with my cousin.

Arrgh, I guess I should stop here for now. I might go AWOL for a while, til I settle myself properly in Hatfield, perhaps.

To my friends, I've had a great time with you guys. Thanks for the memories and for the wishes and for the farewell meals that you've made me go to. LOL. Cheers!