Haay... how many weeks have I been in this place? Seven weeks or six weeks? I really don't know, the only thing that I know right now is that I want ti go back home. To a place where everything is familiar to me, where everything is not foreign. Things here are hard, even communicating with my cousins is hard. I have been feeling this way since I had arrived and I feel that my longing for home grows stronger day after day after day. I really hate the predicament that I am in right now. There are so many things that I want to do that I can't for so many different reasons. I have a feeling that I'm slowly having an inferiority complex because of lack of interaction with other people outside of my family. I want to meet new people, make new friends. My life is slowly deteriorating right in front of my eyes. I'm missing so many things that I don't think I can catch up anymore. The only thing that I can do is wish. I even feel that the people that I left behind... some of them have already forgotten me, especially the one person that I wish doesn't forget. My life has turned upside down yet again. I wonder if these life-changing changes ever ends... not that I don't like it, getting used to the change is the hard part. So many changes had happened to me that I already lost count of it. Haay.... I'm under the crisis of adapting to life in here and I don't know if I'm doing good. The only thing that will make me rally happy right now is to go back home.