In less than 24 hours' time I'll be on the plane, heading back to Melbourne to start my second year as a university student. Currently still trying to pack and its proving to be as nightmarish as all the past times.

It struck me though, as I was turning my room upside down, that this is how us students studying abroad live. We're constantly packing and unpacking our belongings, travelling back and forth our homes in different countries. Then I start to wonder, where exactly is my real 'home'? I guess you'd say that its where your friends and family are, or where you grew up. But then again, during the time that we're studying abroad, most of the time is spent in the country we're studying in. So would 'home' be considered the place where you spend most of your time in? Or can one have two places to call home? Singapore/Melbourne. Which is it?

Well, its back to packing for me. But I thank God for the nice long break in Singapore that just flew past right before me, for giving me the chance to meet up with friends and spend time with family.

May 2011 bring wonderful discoveries, awesome experiences and kick-ass academic results (heh heh)!

xoxo

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Sitting, waiting, wishing.

I cried.

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Seeing you last night made me realise how much you mean to me. I almost forgot what it felt like to be with you, and it brought back those feelings that had been suppressed all this while. It struck me that I really don't want to lose you, that my feelings for you haven't changed one bit. I guess the finality of your leaving made it so unbearable, so I cried. And I've come to the decision that my feelings won't ever change.

One.

Counting down the days.
There're only three left.

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I tell myself: what do I have to lose? Then I think about everything and realise that maybe I really do have some at stake.

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The harder I try the more it backfires on me.