when i go home and sit under the coconut trees, what will things that happened abroad mean anymore.
why leave in search of dreams while reality changes beyond recognition back home.
my reservoirs and upp thomson kopitiam will not be the same.
i will have to find my way around again.
4 months of being with new people only reveals the same old me to myself.
i miss home.
but i want to run away from singapore.
maybe i just want an island somewhere. destress. destress. destress.
woobok, john and i gonna drive to new york as early as tuesday i hope.
whats that - a hint of excitement?
no lah, just some confused hormone.
wasey i have never been so confused before.
come back i show you my american accent.
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