junkyard

in third year i had a sign on my bedroom door that read "my room is a reflection of my state of mind".

i think it's time i put that back up. my room's a mess. and i want to keep it that way. far out. something in me is just resisting making my new home here.

this time round im really glad for daddy to be around. think i've never really appreciated having him around this much. maybe it's because he doesn't have as many assumptions or expectations of me. not sure. maybe it's because a lot of things he does or the way that he does them, i have come to now grow a bit of fondness for.

i've not said much about being back here in singapore. the change of environment from one like Arrow has been drastic. There you've got people around you 24/7. community is all around. there's almost always someone i could talk to, almost always something to keep you busy and moving, something to prepare for, something to cook, something to plan.. and the people. so much time spent with them, and just after a 7-hour flight, all that time is gone. you're no longer there. and they're no longer around the way they were.

i would have expected myself to want to do up my room, make it super cosy and homey. i'd have also expected myself to  want to get a haircut. but i reckon these things are things i use as season markers and right now im not moving. so. when you see my room change or a new haircut you can be happy for me. heh.