I'm really bored.
Yet I dont want to get down doing 'important' stuff like.....
1. Pack
2. Sort out documents
3. Decide which barnyard animals are to go with me to Singapore
4. ..... still cant think of any...
I still cant believe that I am leaving.
Everything just hit me (well, when you have too much time on your hands.. this is what happens... you think too much).
Am I a bad person?
Did I do what I did was wrong?
Was I not considerate?
Am I inhuman?
Am I selfish?
Was I possessed?
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And the list goes on and on.....
But... I am really happy. Should it all matter then?