Hurricane Tuesday

wake up, love. its time to go back.

yes you are right, this week's Hurricane Tuesday is about leaving.

i have nothing much to say about this. its just another leaving. i got passed through it for the past three years and i got pretty used to it already. im still very lazy to move my ass away from dramas (im watching a new drama called Once Upon A Time, fyi only) to pack my things. i always say i have nothing much to pack when my mum nagged about me doing things the last minute about a week ago, but it always comes to me that my things cant actually fit into my luggage. what the hell. i supersized my luggage this time up to 25kg (lol), despite things that boyfie asked me to bring over, i dont have to worry my luggage will be overweighted.

2 and a half months spent at home. please die of jealousy because i got the longest holiday of all lol. days count and you cant actually realize time is slipping away just like that when youre at home. everything is prepared. meals are cooked, beds are set. 

i cant complain about home fattening stuffs too, although i didnt really change my meal routine or digest more fattening fast food. i just grew fatter. so fat. i miss when i was a skeleton lol. so thin that you can never imagine i actually got that thin just 2 months ago by looking at me now. parents are pleased im rounder.

there were, of course, times when i couldnt wait to hop on a plane and back to jb. times when conflicts and misunderstandings happened at home. im proud of myself, to be frank, because i whined to no one when false accusations were on me and digested them all all very well over a night. peace lover, i am. but its unhealthy, maybe next time, ill whine a little. lol.

ive been counting, days im gonna get back to school, or work, this time and tonight is the last night here. just like before, complicated feelings. i want to stay home but its not gonna be forever. i want to be in jb but i dont like waking up at 6am. thats so far the only thing i hate about life in jb. yeah boyfie is expecting me there but i actually called and cried to my mum when i was hitting 40ºC fever back in April instead of boyfie. why? thats because family knows me best, still.

i reckon ive already got over the whole i-dont-wanna-leave-home thing after spending three years flying come and forth. but ill still miss home.

see you again, somewhere around in January next year.
until then, xoxo.