a little prayer

It's getting sentimental here. Maybe the weather. Packing up my things to go back to school for me means to look at every single single thing here before I leave. And I saw the small record book from my primary school dated 1998 and in its 'ambition' section I wrote, with my forever hideous hand writing, 'to be an architect'. Arwah ayah signed it for me.

To go back to school and to read exactly that, is making more sense now. So, adios people and wish me luck!