Saturday, January 16, 2010
Today is the end of my first week holidays in my own hometown, a place where every single thing about me originate from. I born here, study here and grow up here. Well, I’m 18, I’m a grown, at less I think so even though my friend always staring at me unbelievable whenever I spoke it out. I can tell that I don’t have very much time staying in my sanctuary home, I’m going to pursue my future in less than six month. Back then, I appreciate the time I being here, particularly.
I feel great being here, but my coughing killing me. I already had this bothersome disease be with me for a couple days plus I got a sore throat some more, a lump seems like settle down within my pharynx permanently … one disaster after another, seems my luck has came to the end.
Is there anything can happen on me worsen my worst condition? Gosh, I got insomnia since my night sleeping on my bed, I fall into my dream about one or two am of the next day, almost everyday continuously… god, you must be kidding me… Why I can’t deserve a bed of rose’s life, at least in my home…
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