Nerves. Shot.

My nerves are gone from watching the game last night. I realised that I cannot be a bank robber or a conman, because I sweat profusely when I am carrying S$2,500 in my pouch in Lucky Plaza looking for a money changer. I still don't know how to speak any Portuguese or Spanish apart from Taco, Burrito and Ronaldo.

I am three hours away from sitting my ass down on a plane for 26 (6+16+4) hours halfway across the world.

Like Garcia on Criminal Minds said, "Everything happens for a reason".

So let's do this.

I'll miss you. many many.