When · love · comes · knocking · on · your · door...

I'm home. And Im not liking this feeling. I'm missing HyeHwa street, the street I never fail to walk pass everyday to the subway. I'm missing all the frens there. I wan to turn back time. I wan to go back there. I miss walking down the streets hearing shops blasting korean songs from everywhere. I miss roaming the street finding everything fascinating. I miss having to communicate with the koreans in broken english and using international language(action and point). I miss waking up at 3.30am in the morning to catch soccer match with the rest and we have presentation the next morning. I miss watching soccer with thousands over of people.

The day of departure was a mad rush. Nonetheless I'm still glad that I metup with SangHo (korea) and Candice (HK) for breakfast. They really made my day. They got mi a cake. They walk me back to school to meet the rest of my frens. I met up with the rest for lunch. I ended up missing the 1.10pm bus to the airport and I gotta wait for another 20-30 mins for bus for the 1hr plus ride to the airport. A guy came to sit beside me of all the seats around. At that point in time I wasn't thinking much as I was feeling so sad at the tot that I'm leaving. I took out the surprise card wrote by WenJun (Which she sloted it under my dorm's door) and I cried. She cried while writing that card too. That guy saw mi cry and started to talk to me. We talked about alot of things thruout the whole long journey. Hes an australian.

Its amazing. The guys that I've met in Korea (be it their nationality) seems nicer than SG guy. Maybe I've just met the wrong person. Oh well.

Yst was my sister's wedding. Tired to max. But it was fun. The brothers are nice indeed. And we sisters are awesome. Its surprising how 2 of the guys can recall seeing me before but I dont rmb seeing them. Haha. I reach home at 3 plus 4 am this morning. Mad crazy. I'm feeling so listless now. Rawr!