I am back for only a week but yet i feel as though i have been back forever.
It has been a furry of catching up with people but somehow deep inside me i feel a tad weird. 4 months may have gone by in a flash but many things have changed. The shops i used to go, some have winded up, some have been replaced, just like some people.
Perhaps i have been too free that is why i let emotions get to me with the onslaught of issues but i know i need to face my giants. The 18 weeks taught me not only to face every difficulties but most importantly, it taught me to face myself and my inner demons and insecurities.
I'll miss you when you're gone.

You're Singapore's loss, Aussie's gain.
Keeping myself busy is my form of escapism. It gives me the excuse not to think.
Shopping makes me feel happy, i guess that is why the call it retail therapy, because it works, like morphine. But when the effect wears out, the giants come running after me again.
I wonder what the future holds and how long can my frail heart take everything.
Maybe it was a mistake right from the start.
Maybe it will bring about a good turn.
Maybe it will tear us apart.
Maybe sometimes maybe, I have only me, my brains and my thoughts to blame.
No hysteria
No tears
No regrets
Just memories.
Life goes on, doesnt it?
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