It's been how many weeks?
Four weeks.
I've not heard a single song for FOUR WEEKS!.
I think I can already see the light...
It's quite hard to get used to not being able to listen to a single song.
I mean when I'm still at home or anywhere else, my MP3 is always in my pocket.
I feel kinda naked without it.
It's true when I say that music IS my life.
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I can actually imagine myself saying that in the fourth week.
The only sounds I'll probably be able to hear is the noise of the crickets, mosquitoes and other creepy crawlies.
Did I mention that I LOATHE bugs?
According to my friend, there are bugs almost everywhere you turn.
I can imagine the cockroaches in the baths; bugs in the bed and ants on the floor.
I bet a bug enthusiast will have the time of his life here; but it sure is hell for me.
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For three months that I've been home, my skin has finally lighten up.
Years and years of standing under the sun while waiting for my mom has built up God-knows-how-much of melanin.
My underarms are actually ten shades lighter than my arms.
And in just four weeks, all my effort has come undone.
Mom says that I'll lighten up again once I start college; since I'm indoor most of the time and will only walk out and get into the car.
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Only 8 weeks / 56 days more to go.
I can't wait to get home.
