Home is where the heart is and last night, or shall I say today 12am+ I met my heart.
I met my heart after a 6 hour bus ride, a super duper comfortable one. It's not that I've never took any bus like that, but everything just seem pleasurable to me. I planned to do my essay on board but I didn't though, I slept.
I'm more than happy to see everyone, even the house would always turn nastier when a family member comes home, and now it's everyone, so imagine every corner is stuffed with things and perhaps the place ain't that clean.
This weekend I have Listening test to complete for my TOEFL, my essay the next, and meeting my friends and have time for my family. It's way too short!
Should get going real real soon. And I forgot the campaigning thingy, which I'm supposed to do it by today I guess. Darn it!!
Yesterday on the bus, there were two couples. One was like making intimate contacts for the whole journey, another did nothing, didn't talk much, the few things they did together was boarding and breaking fast and leaving. Seemed pretty nice, the latter.