Panic Attack.

I knew I shouldn't have gotten too comfy back home. Garrrh. It just hit me that I have less than 2 weeks left and it somehow feels like I haven't done or accomplished anything at all! When I only have a week or so left I suddenly come up with a million different things that I want to do that I can only do here. Just my freakin luck.

Woke up with an uneasy feeling this morning, the kind where something unpleasant is loomingly imminent and there's no way to escape it. I never liked how time passes so quickly and the concept where we can't make up for lost time. Got a sickening feeling in my stomach and everything I do is tagged as "oh this may be the last time I.. ". Also came to a sickening realisation that while I did do a whole lot this summer, I didn't do many productive things. Le sigh.

While I don't deny that going back to London this time will be exciting, I can't help but already start to miss this place. This weekend I'll be going back to Melaka which means I don't have anymore weekends left here, and weekends are my main family times. Suddenly I wish I hadn't spent so much time in front of the TV or abroad.

But humans are always like that. We want to grasp harder on to things when they're slipping away from us. It's just how we roll.

I think I should do something more productive like start making lists, start packing, start doing something to take control of the situation. Y'know, something other than sit around and mope while watching OTH.