But these places and these faces are getting old, so I'm going home.

I'm home. Finally.


You can never guess how much I anticipated coming back here.



Rewind back to Friday where I was sitting in front my Physics exam paper grinning like an idiot even though I couldn't answer a single question on the paper beause I was going to go home. Two months, two long months before I finally can sleep on my bed at home.


Believe it or not, on the way back home, I was listening to Chris Daughtry's Home. That was how much I wanted to be back here.


And to think that when I was here, I sooo wanted to get out. And now that I have, I sooo can't wait to get back everytime.


But I'm home now. The same old sofa, the same old furnitures, the same old bed where I used to cry myself to sleep, my same old bolster which I used to hug tight and the same old blanket which I used to hide under to talk to my crush over the phone.


God. I'm glad I'm finally home.


And I know I'm going to get screwed when I receive my report card within these holidays. But then again, I'm happy.


For now.


And Wei Wern darling, I'll do your tag later. The later that always becomes later.