empty streets

i just realised that i'm leaving for kota kinabalu in less than a week. home again, at last. i miss my parents a lot. a lot more than ever before. i can't wait to sleep in my own bed, in my room again. catch up with old friends over a glass of teh tarik madras ping. can't wait to play catch with my dogs... nah, just kidding, they don't know how to play catch- all they know is to sleep and eat. can't wait to be home.

and then i realised that the next time i'm back in brisbane would be the new year 2009. these next few days are the last days of 2008 that i'd be spending in brisbane. my last memories of 2008. it's funny. i've never really bothered much about memories and countdown to a new year before till this year. 2008. funny, funny, funny. sometimes i feel overwhelmed with everything that's happened this year, from start till end. to tell you the truth, i still very much am. this year, more than ever, i've learnt a lot. i've felt a lot. i've wronged, a few. would i go back and do things any different...? i honestly don't know. my biggest ordeal of 2008? circumstances. things, in the way. chan, my guy best friend labels me, "victim of circumstances".

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the above was written last week, by the way.
flying home tomorrow :)

i just realised that every time i fly back to brisbane, this year, i always dread it. there's always something terrifying that awaits me. so you know what, i think.. i think i'm pretty much done with 2008. i am done. it was.. bittersweet.