Felt soo tired. Went to friend's fairwell party and also sorta my first one. She's going to Penang to further her studies. We walked soo long then finally go in a cafe and they start singing (kara-oke). I dont sing only listen to them. Well, it was very fun but somehow I rather just go home than staying there. I tried to get my mind off about it but I still cant wait to get home and think of him. Actually, I wanted to give him a sweater that I think it would look nice on him and a bottle of stars that I wrote something there for him. Now, I see remember those things, I don't know whether to be happy or cry. There was a rose also, which my uncle gave me that I thought that was what my life is: just like holding a rose with thorn on my hand, soo beautiful but it hurts... That rose, I kept it to remind me of him. Soo much things I see soo much pain...... I just wish I couldnt see at all but I'm still thankful that I got this far...