All my lessons finish next month, 11th of August. I don't know if i have to cry or laugh or something.   I seem to waste a lot of time and my energy on useless things for the past hour. it's like too much relaxing, talking with my mother language and even drinking.  I regret the follies of everyting of my past time in sydney.  I know there is no use to say such a thing now.  The past is the past, the present is the present.

Sometimes i suspected my life of future.  Sometimes i was afraid of my future.  Sometimes i wished that i have a valuable time of worth life for future.  Although i

figure that i am in standstill now,  i believe that my everything i'd planned to do will be accomplish sometime.