Finally tomorrow is the day. I'm glad and very grateful that my papa help me pack. One downside was his nagging and loud voice booming here and there, haha. I guess I'm leaving with mixed feelings. As my brother reminded me again, Japan is a place we've always wanted to go and I'm given the chance to go, so why shouldn't I be excited? But yeah homesickness la. That's killing my excitement. True enough I get to be away from usual shit I go through at home, but dang I think I'll miss those shitty moments even.

I ruined the last night of clubbing by getting drunk and puking all over instead of enjoying and dancing the night away with my friends. I did not enjoy at all, heck I don't even remember much. And to have queasiness and puking everytime I drink or eat half a day is just not worth it.

I'm missing home already.