I always tell my Penang friends that I will come back in 1 year time.

And this whole year I will sacrifice everything, work like a dog and execute my escape plan.

But everytime when I say goodbye, I mean it.
I'm afraid that things don't work out my way.

I'm afraid that it's the last time I will ever see them again.

I have changed a lot in these three months.
I set a different priorities so I can gain something real big in long term.

They all will pay off one day.
This is a little faith I'm clinging on.