home and new story (yet to come)

I miss home. The smell of my bed, my kitchen, clothes fresh from washing machine. But in a way, I’m glad that the practicum is ended.

I’m thinking how I want to put my words together so that it will come out the way it should be.hmm..I’m quite dizzy actually. To think.haha. but think of I need to update my blog..so,

 I’m back in Ipoh, we’re back to square one. All over again. . Last year of my study. Happy and sad at the same time. Happy when all those years have passed, you don’t have to chase a dateline anymore. Sad because you need to face a whole new level of reality.

I do have some story. But I’m not really sure whether it is necessary for me to share about it because it’s vague and weak. I need a strong point and characters so that this story isn’t just a lie or a draft. I need a confirmation.

 So, you just wait. I’ll share this story soon, okay.

:)