Each day has its little story... or at least, that's how I feel when I wake up in the morning and... I'm asking "OK, what's the next destination?"

Despide the fact that this month made me so powerless in front of so many events: driving licensee exam, graduation event, graduation party, thesis... , summed up: lots' of stories to tell....I couldnt find myself writing even 1 row on this blog. I couldnt gather myself and write even 1 word on a paper... nothing, zero... This morning, I felt that need of saying stuff, maybe just because I dont want to hear the voice of my room mate (that's another story, but does not worth to be said)...

Besides, I start to feel that mixture feelings between fear and happiness...
Now, when I'm thinking that I might not see these people never again, I feel how those shivers wander over my body and how my tears fill my cheeks...
I never expect one of my AIESEC mates to write me those words and to say such things about me... I was shocked.
Thank you, Z.