Dead.

38 minutes up.

I've got less than 24 hours of the last day in 2008.
I am scared shitless.

Every year, we go to San Juan and yeah, fireworks and [guns] and explosive mini bomb things.
I hate it.

I'm traumatized since I was walking down the street once and one went off and I was temporarily deaf -- like SERIOUSLY deaf -- for a while and I couldn't hear anything but myself and I was yelling and yelling and I could only hear myself.

Since then, I didn't really like San Juan more than usual. I just don't like it there.
It smells. WORSE THAN MY HOUSE.

There are like 4 stray dogs. They're tame, yeah, but I don't think they bathe.
AND I AM FUCKING SCARED OF LOUD THINGS BUT NOBODY CARES BECAUSE I'M JUST ONE AGAINST A MAJORITY.

I think when I grow up, I'm going to live in Hong Kong in my own flat. Then maybe when my mum's going on a flight and is in Hong Kong, she can drop by. Paul and Naomi can visit when they're older.

And maybe I'll see my family once or twice a year.

I remember taking with Dr. Imperial about it. She had a student who preferred living in a dorm because then she'd only see her parents on the weekends.

Sometimes, I don't like seeing you dad.
GROW UP.
ACT YOUR AGE.
YOU'RE LIKE 40 SOMETHING.

NOT 5.