semi-holidays, with the psychical torture of the re-take in September. prescriptive grammar stinks.

still waiting for Him to return HOME. all these places i know since i was an infant, seem so empty and grey without Him. but apparently, every time i come back to my city, i feel i was missing not people, but buildings. and every summer, when i stand on the balcony in the middle of the night and inhale this city's scent, so unique during hot days, i wanna open my arms and hug all these streets, houses and trees... it's not really normal, i know.

Placebo's 'Summer's gone' sounds now so perfect... i cannot understand why i've underrated this song till today >.<

looking forward to going North, at the lake. that place is a paradise on Earth for me, but i'll certainly have a prickling thought in my mind, that there's Someone missing.

'that's what you get when you let your heart win'.