Today I went to Johor Bahru with Mama and Papa. As I sat at the back of the car, I think about how great it would be to go on a trip with you. Either alone or with friends. But I guess that’s not possible for about over a year. But it would be fun, to go on a trip, to rekindle our lost times, to get to know one another again.
I should put that on my to-do list. Or maybe we should do a bag-packing trip. You know, like how we thought of doing before?
So that means I should saving up some cash for about a year, so that we can go some places. Maybe Phuket or Bangkok? Haha. I know it’s wishful thinking, but it doesn’t hurt I guess. Maybe I’ll go with you, maybe I’ll go with my friends.
Mama took me to the hairdresser. She’s more concerned about my hair than me. Hmm, I’m going to change myself while you’re gone. Hopefully for the better. For us, even, because I have a feeling that we are going to act more mature around one another after you’re released.
But till then, you’ll still be my babyboy as how I remember you to be.