Boxed

Ever since back from Florida, I had been busy packing, packing and packing... Packing my boxes. Such a short time left and I have lots to sort and coordinate. Even though I am leaving the squadron soon, the amount of work that I have to commit has not loosen any. Lucky for those who don't hold any appointments.

My boxes are gone! My house is empty! I can hear the echoes when I sneezed or coughed... Finally it's not messy anymore. Argh, I just can't stand trash that are in my way. (applies to all humans that are of no use to the society too)

Those new rotation guys touched down yesterday. Haven't met up with them yet, anyway I will see them later in the afternoon during our DCC's Hi-Bye party. Let them say "hi" to us and me saying "bye" to them...

Time flies... How many times have we all hear that already? Ya... Ya... So it's a fact. 50 months here in the States is really a great experience for me. I love America. I want to stay here forever. Am I repeating myself again? I had forgotten how many times I had told all my American friends here that I rather stay. I will miss them all. All the great times we had spent together having house party, doing crazy stuffs and wild funs...

**Hmm... Somehow imeem isn't working on my blog. I will try to figure it out sooner or later...

all gone, just like that... 2:31 AM