Four more days (or less)

This morning, my mom discretely hugged me while I was asleep (well, you should have guessed that I wasn't fully asleep that time to realized it). She knows that I wouldn't appreciate it if she gets too touchy with me, and perhaps that was the reason she hugged me while I was asleep. That made me really feel bad because I have not been spending as much time as I should have with her and my dad while I was back home.

It's already Monday, and I am supposed to leave for the United States on Thursday night. To say that I am excited about the whole journey back would be an atrocious mendacity. I doubt that any one would ever enjoy saying goodbye to their favorite people or things. Neither do I. My next trip back home might be 2 years later, and that is if I did not manage to get into a good graduate school in the US.

I can't help blaming myself for my bad planning for this trip: I could have been back home for a month instead of just 2 weeks. There are only 3 or 4 more days left before I fly. I guess that I should have a nice talk with my parents tonight, instead of glu-ing myself to DOTA. I hope that it is still not too late to do spend time with them.

Why did I start this blog?

I was never an avid blog reader. In fact, I've once told my friend that I couldn't see myself writing my own blog. And a year later, here I am typing away on this page (yes, my blog). Ironic as it seems, I believe this is what most people do: they make bold statements before thinking in the long run. They (and by that, I included myself) failed to foresee what they would be doing a few months or years down the road. However, I do not think that the fault lies entirely on them (us?). Changes in circumstances and environment cause them to rethink and deviate from the vows they once decided on.

And this brings back to my original question: Why did I start this blog? Many things involving the people around me happened recently (or was it just that I began to use my eyes and brain to perceive and think? That's a good thing, I hope), and I was overwhelmed by these series of events so much so that I have to pen it down somewhere. Maybe I wasn't ready to cope up with the changes around me after I've left for a couple of years to study in Singapore and the United States. I do not know what I would accomplish by writing this blog, but I hope that somehow I will gain something good out of it.

Like I've mentioned earlier, I was rarely read blogs, and I can't promise myself that I would diligently attend to my blog often. However, I hope that I will be able to learn how to channel my thoughts, feelings and emotion into words as I work on this. I am also having high hopes that blogging helps me to think, something I haven't been doing since I could remember.

Anyway, it's already 3.57 am and I ought to be in bed. I'll try to get my first real posting done sometime by this weekend.
Till then,