And finally, my going-home trip is finally over... No matter how many times, leaving home never feels good and right. And no matter how sad the longing is, I still feel glad I finally arrived at the US since the ass-flattening flights suck. Like really. I will not be flying anywhere in this current time (like I can). But actually, if this trip was to be compared with the last year's, this year was less suffering and less tiring because my mom and grandma joined us in Singapore for two nights (yes, we extended our stay in there), but still... feeling sad at the airport sobs. Inevitable feeling.
Here are some updates of my life in my hometown (all pics with my human family and my human friends >:). For food pics, please refer to my instagram account):
P.S. and oh, I chopped off about 15cm of my hair