I miss London so bad. London was refreshing. Kuala Lumpur is home, has been home my whole life. For as long as it's mattered, anyway. (I mean, how can I count Pittsburgh when I lived there when I was so young the only thing I remember is Kennywood Park?) Anyhow. Did I already mention that all I can think about now is how to get my ass back to London? For a period long enough that I wouldn't have to call my parents every few days after my planned departure to inform them that I would be staying a few more extra days. Two more years and I might actually be able to move there to do a post-grad degree. But these two years in between...Man. I wish I could just fast forward my life. (Because rewinding it will only make me have to re-live the whole post-London depression mode.) But then again if I could rewind or fast forward, I suppose I could fast forward past that part too. So I'm rambling. I'm sorry. I'm depressed. I've lost my mojo.