27 hours
I literally slept for 27 hours and my dad thought I was dead. He kept nudging me to at least expect some weak response from me. Thanks to all the boozing days, parties and workloads. They are so damn sensational but I know I gotta bid farewell to some people in real soon. Perhaps I have already got used to this idea of people come and leave. So I shall start thinking of transferring. Malaysia is such a comfort zone to live in. I concur. When is AirAsia going to fly Germany? Better make it before next Oktoberfest.