Just back from my long Chinese New Year holidays spent at hometown. This could be one of the least enjoyable CNY ever for me. I couldn't get away from my works! Ya... I guess they're right. I should have learned how to turn off my mobile while I was having my break. But sorry... this is over for me...
Time passed swiftly during this CNY. When I realized it, I was already on my way back to PJ. And on my way back, I fetched my buddy who was taking a flight back to Cambodia for work. Although the night before I was back to home around 3a.m. after a drunkenly joyful night in the city, I happened to be quite alive again to take the long journey in the next morning. Isn't it ironical? To feel dead when I started my vacation and back to living again when it ended? :S
So? That means I'm feeling alive because I can still feel the pain~ Right, dude?
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