i love that feeling of anticipating for someone, knowing that they'll be here at your end soon. i love that feeling of how they're finally here, and you drive out to pick them up. i love that feeling of how there's so much things you can do with them, even if it's just hanging around at home not doing anything productive.

i love how my mum's here over the weekend. it feels like its been ages since i've gone home. its only been 3 weeks, coming to 4. but maybe its because i've never really gotten that longgggg break at home after an exhausting final exams.

but i hate how she had to leave for home. 800 km away from where i am. i don't suppose i'm ok. i hate sending her down to the cab and watching as it drives out of sight. and then when you come up to the room, it feels empty. just you and that silence. and maybe that youtube video that you'd play it over and over again.

home. 4 days. :)