In a blink of an eye, I cannot believe, I will be on the plane in exactly 12 hours time heading back to Singapore. I started my journey 10 months ago thinking about what lies ahead of me in where I was heading, and the irony is I end this climatic chapter/season/installment thinking about the same damn thing.
It's 4am, I just finished packing up my things. Strangely I don't feel relieved at all. I look forward to going back. But I know once I reached, the whole sinking feeling will come running back again.
To People I've met.
People I got to know.
And people I didn't stay long enough to get to know.
People who sailed the same boat.
People who kept me afloat.
People I got to know.
And people I didn't stay long enough to get to know.
People who sailed the same boat.
People who kept me afloat.
<3
Cheers.
2 comments:
what u mean heading back to singapore!!!
omgee. ultimate subconscious. lol. I reached sg first before driving back to JB. =D
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