I have just went back from my health check up for the study permit. It went well I guess, except for the fact that I had to re-check my urine due to high amounts of glucose =.=” Anyway I’m fine, and the blood taking was not scary as I thought.
I’ve just realized that these days I go pass 35 Tran Phu’ a lot. Actually whenever I go to someone’s house I have to go back through Tran Phu street. That house, those buildings, that small room that we met for the first time, and the Ton Duc Thang’s house, everything… Sitting there, again. That room will be closed again, with dust accumulating on it, again, until next year (maybe), when 10, or 20, or maybe the magical number, 12, youngsters meet, and prepare to embark on the most exciting journey yet.
Ahah well, memories… When we first met, the only ones to talk were our parents. Then we got into that abandoned room with tons of dust and broken air conditioner… And we messed the whole place up, seriously. Some people are accusing us for messing the whole room up, but fuck them. Nobody cares about that room anyways. We made use of it. In the most awesome way. Now it’s alone again, waiting for another 12 devil kids to go and rock it up again.
And the small meeting room of The Fund… Where we first met, and where we said goodbye. We had lots of fun there, either sleeping, having lunch, learning Japanese, teasing eachother, and most of all, that memorable night of June 21st.
Maybe it’s nothing special, but it’s special to me. I was sick, seriously sick, with a bad fever and headache, after I came back from the Japan Embassy. I couldn’t give up, since I’ve gone this far with you guys. So I slept, and took tons of medicine, the heaviest kind, to get me out of that sickness. Finally I got up, had dinner, packed, and left. Then I cought you guys learning Japanese in that room, with lots of laughter. Suddenly, my headache was gone, my fever was gone, and I thought, the thought that I’m sure that I’m gonna write down someday: “It’s amazing how well I’m feeling at the moment.”
And that saved me from missing this awesome journey, among you, my beloved tripmates, always there for me, always.
I miss the number 7 game.
I miss playing cards.
I miss Ngọc and her psychic skills.
I miss lunches.
I miss lunch breaks with sleeping people and people who are sleeping together on one bed but making noises :-”
I miss you all.






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