Living a life far from what I call home is no joke. Somehow, I've learned the tricks of how it is to live here so as not to miss home so badly. I am just too lucky to have people on my side whenever they're much needed. I can feel the warmth of their genuine friendship and its sincerity. Work may sometimes makes me stressed but I look at the good side of it. I may be anxious in any way but I know the good LORD will always be around and is always willing to be my refuge. Whenever I feel weak, I just look up on these people with me here and draw strength from theirs. This is my way of coping. And somehow it does help me get through whenever the dawn of homesickness sets in.