Who needs 10 jackets, sweaters and more? Apparently, I do. I have been packing seriously yesterday and today, my mother schooling me in the art of rolling your clothes (also known as being able to squeeze more into your luggage then humanly possible) (Chiam! You are so right, it works!) Ironically, I only am only bringing 2 pairs of jeans which my weekend attires will be built around them (God please let my ass and thighs still fit into them after a month in angmoh land). 2 longchamps because they are foldable. Plenty of underwear. Just seven not working tops. Its the jackets but I do not want to be cold!

One reason why I need to be rich and be able to travel business class – because Awful cannot freaking travel light. Sigh. I really want to …. but I have all these worst case scenarios in my head. I am bringing like 30 plasters.

I do not want to go anymore. God knows how I am going to survive with only 3 bags and 5? 6? 7? pairs of shoes. I cannot function like that! Or can I? I can actually. Just that……..

I am going to miss some people so much. Especially when angmoh land is so freaking cold and miserable and angmohs are not that nice. And MacDonald’s not very cheap. And…………………… I do not want to start it here as I have verbally been tormenting most of the office girls with my complaints. For my sanity? I do not know. God wants to test me again? They think so many things. I have to count my blessings. Counting them one by one.

I am blessed. The laney will be flying with me to London on Tuesday. I have two days to decide on my outfit for sleeping on the plane. I am such an airhead. I want to be excited. But I know I sabotaged my holiday and I am spoiling things so bad. I do not know what is wrong with me.