GIVE ME THERAPY, I'M A WALKING TRAVESTY.

twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."


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Saturday, September 14, 2013
◔ 6:31 PM // ✎ 0 comment(s)		❝ Last night in Singapore ❞

So. It somehow just occurred to me that tonight is my last night in Singapore. I am still sitting around in bed feeling fat. Somehow it hasn't struck me that I am leaving for a really long time tomorrow.

I do not know how things will change over the next three years, but I do sincerely hope that if anything, they would change for the better.

My last night in my wonderful room on my comfy bed whatever it is that I sleep on.

I will not be able to see my family members and friends for so fucking long (ok three months is not that bad).

I do sincerely hope that I will not miss home that much :( well if I do... There'd be no one I can talk to, thanks to the time difference.

I am afraid that I would go back to my terrible eating habits - just because I probably won't have the time and effort to cook.

I wonder how I can keep up with my exercise regime when I am gone.

I wonder what would change while I am gone. Will something irreversibly bad happen and will I regret it, I don't know, ten years down the road?

Sigh so many thoughts in my head right now, and I am just sitting there and nuaing when I know that I should jolly fucking well be packing my fucking table.

I don't know, I don't know anymore.

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