Time pass as how it should.

04-09-2009, 1232amfinished packing. actually not much thing to pack, coz i din't brought much stuff here, and didn't bought much things, too.

look around the room, it's empty; look at the notice board, only 2 papers left; look up to the rack that i use to put my daily product and books, it's been cleared; look into cupboard, only hangers left...

all...imply im leaving soon.

recall when i first step into airport in Malaysia and first reached here, how much i wish time pass faster thus i can go back faster; after sometimes here, how desperate i was wishing to go back; everyday everymoment i was countdowning when i can leave here; now, its time to leave...i never hope not to go back, and never think time would reverse. Im only regret one thing why don't i fully enjoy everything here as everyone did. why was i said "NO" when everytime they asked me to join them? Why was i so silly everyday lock myself in room? why was I restrained myself to be happier?

Well...time pass means pass, no rewind. pain or happy, it is all memory. Memory will be kept forever, perhaps...