This blog is almost dead.

Been more than 3 months since i left my sunny island, and barely 3 weeks till my return.
Drifting, drifting drifting knowing that one day i'll return to shore.
Minimal worries about whether my bank acc will hit rock bottom compared to Singapore.
Back home there's always this constant voice telling me not to slack and wait for my bum to become as round as my face and to fully utilise my free time for the acquirement of yusok ishaks so much so that i think my brain has got a mind of its own.
Over here there's absolutely nothing to worry, for i know everything is temporary.

It feels real good to spend money knowing that u'll never have to consider the item in terms of the number of hours you have to exchange for it. it's pretty cool that the people here are so environmentally conscious that u shldnt expect a plastic bag for ur purchases if you are carrying a bag or ur hands are free and that u have to pay for plastic bags in SUPERMARKETS (or at least home plus!) when their streets are lined with trash every night and people spit everywhere. it's amazing how they can smoke then just spat in whatever direction its convenient, especially in the direction of the wind.

I think there's a point in time when u cant help but wonder if u're slowing losing your own culture in the midst of adapting to another. Somedays i'll forget how local food tastes like when i'm having dinner at some restaurant with my friends asking for second helpings and i help myself to tissue on the table like that's what i normally do. i guess when i go back home i'll grumble about the lack of 물 하고휴지 in eateries. and walking along the streets avoiding portholes. i suppose singapore has such an excellent infrastructure that everywhere is accessible and user-friendly. i'll miss seeing girlpower everywhere with horrendously high heels and super mini bottoms at a temperature lower than 5 degrees C. i'll miss seeing hordes of high school girls looking like twins walking hand in hand in a row with their booming voices that can be heard two streets away.
i'll miss the expression on the ahjuumas' faces when we settle our bills telling them "아주맜있어요!!" walking alongside people embracing another culture. and the sad part is that everything is bound to go away for i am but a person trying to fit into another culture, like oil in water.