All along I have always been meant to leave after this semester. I just refused to accept it, and mechanised imaginary ways and excuses to stay.

All this was meant to be temporary and I forgot about it. Today 15/10/09 I have to start packing up: saying goodbye, packing up, calling it a day. Most of all, accepting the fact that in a few weeks time all, including the moment I will make in the next few days will be memory.

As to the emancipation that I so desperately wanted, the reason why I got all the way here... I got it, more than I myself know.

It just sucks I'm going home with subjects undone.