This whole week has been one hell of a storm and you got no idea how slow time passed for me. The stress has been building up for quite a while; with pile after pile of assignments and presentations that I've been given and all the sleepless nights of trying to finish them.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to travel home because I needed a familiar location which can give me a sense of peace and tranquility. And what better place than the home which I grew up in?

Now here I am, at the train station, with my backpack full of pending work. But even though I'm not home yet, the sense of hope of returning there makes me happy and calm. Since I'm training myself not to procrastinate, I'm doing some of my assignments while waiting and so far it's coming along well.

I might even update my stories this weekend. After some good night's sleep of course. Wish me luck peeps~