I have this imaginary thought running too many times today: When I finally touch down at Changi Airport, I'll kiss the ground.
I'm not patriotic, but I do feel a longing to be home this time. And I'll be back on Dec 3, to reunite to the familarity of friends and family. I thank God for the friends I have here, but maybe it's the culture of 'let's go out now' (and having your own wheels) that I miss really much.
Part of the reason why I'm saying this is because I'm bugged with 3 more papers, all I'll gladly exchange a pass grade for it if they exempt me from the exams. The conclusion is: no interest= no pride = no outcome to be proud of.
Speaking of studying, the library at 3am did turn into quite a commune- everyone's relatively nice to everyone. I get smiles when I come out of the toilet, the guys outside playing soccer at midnight. there's a quiet buzz as all the last-minute crammers huddle together to run their last lap.
Soon, I'll be home...
