almost famous

the Marjon's promotional video is out and guess what? There's a short clip of me in it.

*bangga*

It's under the 'Student Years' and then 'Talking courses'....

mmmm...

must show mom.

^_^

belated birthday pics

Midnite Surprise Party (his friends)...

:: my friends organised another surprise party ::








.: and the grande finale :.

8 more days to go...

before I go back for the Easter holidays.

but...

I'm not prepared to go back!!!
*panics*

April seemed so far to go. And now thats its only around the corner, it scares me to think how soon December will come, and I'll have to go back for good.

But for now I'll not think about the end of my course. There are more urgent matters at hand that need to be sorted.

Like what pressies to get for family and friends.

Getting from Plymouth to Gatwick.

And then from KLIA into KL.

*sigh*

I couldn't wait to go back a few months ago. But now it seems that as the day draws nearer and nearer, I've come to realise that I don't actually want to go back at all.

Well, Will's probably one of the reasons why.

But theres much more to that.

I was so homesick....

but there's a nagging trepidation that I might go back and realise that the home that I was longing for isn't there anymore.

I'll go back and my brothers will have grown.

My mom will probably look a bit older than I remembered her.

My friends will have jobs and be married.

The quaint little town that I love will be different, a little more developed.

There will be a whole new bunch of kids hanging out in the places my friends and I used to hang out in.

But of course it wouldn't be the same, would it?

Nothing will be the same.

Maybe I'm just chasing shadows... maybe I'm longing for what used to be.

Maybe I'm just clinging to memories.

I don't know.

I miss home. But I don't know where 'home' is anymore.