After 2 weeks back here I realised something.... The best way to forget the past is to come face to face with it.

woohoo... solo drive #3

Town -> Jurong East -> Pasir Panjang -> Clementi -> Boon Lay -> Yew Tee -> Town

I thought it was over, I thought all have been overcame. I thought I was ready. I was wrong. Seeing the happiness makes me sad for some unknown reasons. Was the decision wrong? Should I have stayed on? Should I not leave? Was the timing all wrong? A right person appearing at the wrong time ? or the wrong person appearing at a right time?

Memories can't seemed to fade away, images still fresh within. Every object seemed to be part of the past; part of what was supposed to be forgotten. Somethings should be locked in the deepest realms of memory never to be opened again. Please. Someone just tell me. Where can I find the chest to store the memories and what should I used to lock it all up? Tell me...

bloody fool.... can u have the least possible bit of courtesy to inform me if u can't make it out ?! why do i have to call u for the whole fucking day before u inform me that u can't make it later when the meeting time is an hour later ?! fucker.... make me waste a whole day at home doing nothing... if you don't feel like going out then KINDLY inform me please... bloody fucking fuck fucker....


and this goes to everyone out there that likes to put aeroplane....

In another 12 hours, I shall set foot on the Fine land of Singapore. Where it is home truely, surely; Where the river always flows. Behold my arrival. The one will be landing, bringing with him hopes and visions; fun and excitement. All shall be fun for the period of one month. But be sad. Cry. Weep. For the fun shall only be there for only a month. Nothing more than that. One Month.





And then its back to the usual for me...

how can this happen!!! Three unfortunate events happening within the space of two hour... Why must this happen !! am I really wrong to go home ????