HOME...

During the first 1.5 years I'm here in Perth, I always play Michael Buble's Home whenever I'm about to go home and I'll start crying myself to sleep every night when my flights got nearer and nearer. Last semester, however, I didn't. I might have gotten used to it, maybe. It could have also been because Mummy was there to keep me company.

It's not the same for this semester.

Playing the same song, at the same period of the semester. The only different thing is, I'm not flying back. I'm no where near my date of flight. But I'm still crying. I still miss Daddy. I miss the Daddy in Singapore. The Daddy with a big belly.

I want to go home. I don't want my parents to come here. I just want to go home. Singapore home.

signing off~DE XIN