Tomorrow's the day we are flying, it'd be plenty of fun. I know it. Must put in my best in being open for this trip. It's the first time, being so close to life, real life, yet so near to the edges of death. I'm quite afraid of one thing; the sorrow that feels its place, the blooded rich history which stains on its Cambodian flag, that sadness which shows slightly but nevertheless significantly on its people. You know me, I wouldn't be able to contain it all, eventually, breaking down and sob. After all, it's such supple yet intense emotions which gets through me, seeping into my blood, flowing in my heart and drain it. /We all wonder what the hell am I mumbling about.