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.