Got into this stupid depression right after SYF---as if it had anything to do with me( and da1 mo4 sui2 xiang3 keeps haunting me as I listened to it for 14 times on the day itself), followed by my awkward interview with moe on the next day(after which I was flooded with regret for not having sufficient prepration for it), followed by seeing off chenling this morning in the airport---I hate the airport!

It reminded me of the end of last year when I bode farewell to friends twice in 12 hours. It was a sad night, I believe, for all who went down to the airport. To think that this is really the time to say hou4 hui4 you3 qi1, it is even more saddening. Changi airport was once the place I loved to go because it meant home-coming---but now, it carries another meaning as well. At least two more times to go. Two more times to see people carrying all their belongings through the departure hall, like migration, saying goodbye to the place where they've spent 4 of their best years in, and moving on to other countries and a brand new life.

We, staying behind, should move on all the more.

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