Well, bummer.

Sure, I like travelling, but sometimes, it .

Being a foreigner, a student at that, is not easy.

Consider being in a country where: a.) Apart from not understanding what the people around you says half of the time, b.) the difference in the culture, c.) seeing people who all look the same, d.) not one of them look like you, and e.) English is a rare commodity, is very nerve-wracking.

And maybe frustrating.

I think I wanna go back home~ Or maybe I just need that gallon of ice cream. Mmmm~ cookies and cream.

Being in the band means a lot to me. 

Once I start playing and singing my heart out, I'm alive.

As if it's something I was born to do.

It gives me this sense of completeness that keeps me going back..

Like it's the right thing to do.

Like it's a drug I've been addicted to. 

Like it's something I crave for.

But maybe, just maybe, I've found something else to be a part of my life.

Something else that makes me feel good. Makes me giddy.

Like a sugar rush. Or a drug high.

If the guys find out, I'll definitely die.  From embarassment.