For some rea­son, talk­ing with John with always makes me feel bet­ter. It’s uncanny. It’s good to be able to just cut loose and talk, not wor­ry­ing about what I’m say­ing. It’s good to be able to relate to some­one, to be at the same level of insight. For the last few years, I never feel good after talk­ing with any­one but John.

I actu­ally have three assign­ments, a test, and two projects left now, within the next two weeks. Hopefully, I’ll be able to fin­ish them.

I was con­sid­er­ing going to Hong Kong by myself at the end of the term, and not see­ing rel­a­tives there. I just don’t want to miss the Christmas sea­son. It’s just not worth it to go with­out my par­ents though, and to not be able to see my grand­mother. I’d be able to appre­ci­ate my time there a lot more with them. It’s a pretty scary idea too; I hate going places I’ve never been to before, cause I’m always scared of get­ting lost, espe­cially in a place where the lan­guage spo­ken is one which I’m not con­fi­dent in.