It’s been nearly a week since I got home. Things change a lot and I was, sort of, shocked. My little town has became expensive, which I haven’t been able to get used to.

Old friends’ gone and new friends came. Some remain the same, some change. It’s a bit of awkward when I stay no different. I know I will soon get to know everything but then I’m afraid that I will change and it would take time again to get used to another life in the UK. Am i over-thinking?

Just leave the question there ‘cos who knows how things will be.

Back to yesterday, it was a really awkward and embarrassing moment. Swear I will never do anything stupid like that, ever again. It was a wonderful night, nonetheless, to hang out and get tipsy on the floor with beloved friends. But the feeling when getting back home is not that great, always.

‘kay„ let’s just not talk about the old thing. I’m facing my laptop and gonna stay home to finish my evaluation. It’s 1000 word evaluation and ‘WHAT THE EFF SHOULD I WRITE TO EVALUATE THAT STUPID PRODUCTION EVENT ?”. But isn’t Uni always that tiring?

Having pasta and energy drink to re-gain what I’ve lost yesterday. =/