a song to describe how i feel and will be feeling until he comes back from indonesia. the song is "Westlife - Loneliness knows me by name". sigh.

past 2 weeks he's been sick and sleeping most of the time. this one cant be helped i guess. this friday he's flying back. so these few days he's will work late and meet me later. cant be helped too i guess. friday i cant send him off too. got class. and he said "i offered you to go back with me. is you dont want". first thing, my family dont know our relationship as of yet. secondly, the flight back is on wednesday where i have 7 hours of lectures nonstop. thirdly, my relatives might come for visit.

then one week after he's back, he's going for lao yu sheng with his company on a friday. the following day they going for BBQ. happens to be the 100th day of my grandma's death. and the tentative locations they choosing are pulau ubin or aloha. who in the right mind would choose BBQ at pulau ubin.. zzz. if they go from morning, i no need to join already. cool right?

feeling so damn emo and lonely now. told him obviously and cried. but none of them are within control? so it is such a fked up life and world. independence.. this is more like neglected more than being too dependent. gah. fked up. dont wish to say anymore. the more i talk, the more things will complicated and the more people would tend to misunderstand.

on the happier note, he's going to end early on thursday and spend more time with me before he flies off. ok. enough for emo-ing. good night.