Felt like yesterday when I decided to move in to Singapore; a regular visitor who turned out to be a local at heart. I talk Singlish. Walk fast. Eat Chicken Rice in dirty hawker centre. Take BMW (Bus, MRT, Walk). Hang-out in Clarke Quay. Watch Phua Chu Kang. Buy branded bags. Drink Singapore Sling. Celebrate National Day*. Work hard. Study even harder. I survive...
What's keeping me here? Why is it so hard to leave? Why can't I just pack my things and go? Memories filled every corner of my thought, tears ran down on my cheeks... my dreams were seemed to fade away. All left me confused. Maybe things are not complicated like what I thought so. Maybe everything is that simple. Maybe. I wish I know.
What was I thinking? What was my purpose? If all roads lead to one way then I shall confuse no more...
*Singapore's National Day falls on 9th August which is my birthday.
