When everything is sort of settled down, time passes so much faster.
Love the emptiness of noisy traffic. Love the unbearable beauty of weather. Love the importance of trivial things in life.
I still miss home.
The stupid MRT. The familiar roads that appear in my dreams. Those silly laughters. The intoxicating smell. The food, the faces and the places.
The addiction to the insufferable ways of living life.
And I am coming back. Optimistic (2 months), Pessimistic (7 months).