love in the air

-that's the title of the book i just finished reading.
it's by an author called james collins, and it was the first time i read him.

quite impressive i must say.

a typical storyline, but vivid description.
left me with beautiful visuals.

on the subject of authors, gosh. i have no idea why, but my ability to retain authors' names in my memory is close to zilch. even if i thoroughly enjoyed the book. which can be highly frustrating!

anyhow, only 2 days more to Bangladesh.
i am partly glad, partly sad to admit that it was only today that i truly found out what i want to do there, the stories i want to pursue.

i have been feeling terrible. like a bogus journalist.
the feeling is, if i might repeat, terrible.
i am doing the little i can do to redeem myself.
i feel judged, and it feels awful.

but i shall try my best. to have faith in myself.

on another end, i am going to miss rayn eshan very very much.
it will be the FIRST time i dont see him for so long.
and i worry.

and what more?
the heart is a complicated little thing, isn't it?