dammit.

watching yeemeng go about his preparations for flying back to singapore's getting me all envious. he's actually done with his exams (that lucky shit) and i've one tmr and another in a week's time. how horrid is that?! so it is that sitting down here staring at my notes, i can't actually focus. i'm starting to go about my room throwing stuff i don't need anymore and making mental notes of which stuff to box up and which to pack and bring home. it's agonizingly close, yet so out of reach.