170801, 0035hr, Singapore time.

eek. less than 6 hours to take off.

i'm all packed - finally managed to squeeze all my stuff into my 2 tiny bags. hope the zips don't burst, or i'll really cry.

kor says he won't be going to the airport. he's likely to not wake up when i leave either [erm, my flight is at 6am, in case you didn't guess from the math.] and he's not kidding, not trying to act like the mean brother. he means it...hardly surprising, since he's also the bro who didn't acknowledge my birthday till the day after.

my younger bro is much sweeter though. he's got exams tomorrow, so i don't expect him to go. but he says he'll be up studying anyway, so he hopes to finish what he needs to do so he can come along to the airport.

wonder if my mom will cry at the airport again. i know i won't, unless she does. i'm having a slight sore throat, think it'll get worse by tomorrow morning. i won't be able to talk much to cheer mom up, if she does start feeling sad. [which is what i did last year, i was especially chatty - which means very chatty - when we were at the airport last year, so we could pretend everything's fine, while my mom's sitting there smiling with her eyes all red already.] sigh.

this has been a truly wonderful summer in singapore for me. really have no complaints. except about going back.