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It's going to be a busy 2 weeks and even though I've barely been through the first few days, it comforts me knowing that I'll be on a plane going home next Saturday and being able to see my family at the airport - damn. Dream come true. The smell of my dad's cologne, mum's tight hugs, bitch flicks from my brother...... I miss all of it.

I know it sounds pretty amazing coming out overseas, living on your own, freedom from parents, no one to control your expenditure and shit but..... I don't know. It really is fun, I must admit. But there's obviously bad sides to this. Maybe it's because I've grown up in a rather sheltered environment but things I really start to miss when I'm out here alone? It makes me sound really bratty but I guess the small things like having your laundry being done for you, your clothes all ironed and hanged miraculously in the next two days when you're home thanks to your maid/mum/grandma. I mean im totally used to doing my own laundry here now but argh laundry once a week and having a shitty dryer that doesnt exactly dry all your clothes is really frustrating sometimes. Also, amazing home cooked meals and soup, being able to see your friends whenever you want to see them, staying out late, watching tv in the comfort of my own home bla bla bla.

These past few days I keep wishing I was there for my friends and it sucks. It really sucks being here.

 Like when mistika told me she was feeling like complete shit and the only thing i could do was whatsapp her until she felt better, and even though she said she felt better I still felt useless. The thing I really wanted to do was maybe go over to her place and hug her and tell her everything's going to be okay and boys are douchebags and relationships don't work out at this age, so what. Or maybe immediately tell her that we are going on another of our ya kun breakfast dates tomorrow and then proceed on venturing into small quirky lanes of Singapore and waste our time away and get her mind off things. 

Like when Jodie was feeling sad I wish I could just give her a fricking call since her number is on speed dial, and we could talk about it. Or maybe text her. But whatsapp is a bitch and it's not like texting. Or maybe I could call her and tell her we could go out the next day and I swear I'll wake up early and we can go chill out and do the stupid things we always do and it never fails to make us laugh. 

Like when Pamela always tells me she has something to tell me, I wish we could just meet up for our usual dinner/lunch dates and we could see each other face to face because her expressions are so worth it sometimes and it's totally different than text. We could wander around aimlessly while we update each other about our lives, talk about our family, relationships, goofing off about random things. 

I don't know there's just so many times that I wish I was in Singapore where everything and everyone I love is within reach, just a call away, a few mrt stops or bus stops away - then everything would be easier. 

10 more days.