Countdown for my goodbye

Alen K is an idiot. I just received an email from him, that he said he won't be in Toronto until after August 20th. All of a sudden, this kid-hater wants to be a phy-ed teacher. I am actually worried about the kids in the future generation. You never know what this teacher is going to do with them. Alen: Get your ass here in Toronto so I can kick it. hohohohoho

As my departure day slowly approaches, people ask me if I am going to miss Toronto. I would say yes and no. It's a love hate relationship. The most difficult part, as I have mentioned before, would probably be the parent part, the freedom and responsibilities at home. At some point, some moments, I want to leave here as soon as possible, not only because I don't have a sense of belonging, but also the lack of self being. A friend asked me what's wrong with Toronto. I guess there's nothing wrong with the city except it's too multicultural that it lacks it's own culture. There were too much I have been through here, alone. I can't wait to get back to the protection I used to have which I did not cherish. People would say there are friends who walk through the whole path with you. There ain't no friends baby. Friends are too busy with their own lives, too busy having fun themselves. There is no room for me; will fit me in when there is nothing else to do, otherwise, I come from another planet.

At least there is one place I feel safe and important. In His eyes, I am precious, useful, versatile, lovable. As He said, "Because you are precious in my sight, and honoured, and I love you."