seems so long ago.

i no longer feel the need to return to sg. well, i still love everyone over there, but there's no more desire. like you know, when there's a time to cherish everything, you take all you can. then you're broken apart, there's the longing after the presence of something, to fill that void. then you discover that life's more than pining after something you know that in life, comes once and never again. i know that when i return, you'll find me changed. and likewise me towards all of you. but like photographs, you will all stay with me.

the laughter, the sleepovers, the meetings in orchard, movie marathon nights, youth conference, the tears, the pain, piano playing till the wee hours of the night, spaghetti for lunch (with sliced chesse which i will never try), rushing for the bus to get to church, practising moves for youth choir, missing our stop on the train, catching taxis and losing half the contingency on the way, watching the sunrise on new year's day, the promises (made and broken and unfulfilled and fulfilled), the neoprints, buying secret bday cakes for each other, chance meetings in town (frequent whackings), singing ourselves to sleep in camp, forgetting our toothbrushes for sleepovers, giggle sessions, bowling in cineleisure orchard, taking the back-drain-way to get to bangau, cleaning out bangau, and loads of other stuff which i will type up another day.

i feel suspended between two places. like. how am i gonna plan my wedding next time? how abt my friends in two different continents? i think i must marry a reeally rich dude to get that fulfilled. hmm...