First night back in my room and comfortable as it is I must say I do miss Vietnam. Perhaps is the reality of living with friends and bonds that were formed over the course of 10 days, or perhaps it's the realisation that time passes much quickly in hometown. Everything feels so rush even with an hour difference and intense the trip may have been, it was joyous, culturally educating and a remote sense of salvation.

Lying on my bed past 6pm makes me wonder whether the pass few days have been a dream. It seemed so surreal now that I'm in my comfort living zone and you wonder what happened to the days when I'm lying down on the deck and looking at the pluck-able stars.

Swimming in the sea was awesome, despite the currents it was fun, especially with the 18 degrees Celsius temperature. This trip has told me how intense some things can get, and perhaps I can't cope with pressure as well as I thought I can. For my excuse, I would like to think the human influence that has affected me and being the emotional person I am, I tend to get a little insecure in which I try to cover for it in other aspects.

Life is tough, I know, we all know. Truth is, deep down inside us we're all scared of something, it's just the question of 'what?'

We let emotions get the better of us occasionally, and at times I find it hard to curb the abrupt and unexpected clog up of throat. And I wonder why, cause it seldom happens. Perhaps cause I just want to prove myself so badly that I stutter and hesitate and pressurize myself into trying to be something better.

I should quit thinking myself as so great, it's a horrible job.

As it is, I'm closing my eyes soon enough. So I'll leave you here.