just now, as i was brushing my teeth by the kitchen window overlooking Kallang Bahru, i asked myself what the fuck i'm doing in Singapore by myself.

whenever i'm stuck at home - alone - i get this annoying wave of homesickness which results in me lying in bed all day wishing for March22 to arrive; but on the other hand, when i'm out with friends - whom i haven't seen in over 2 years - i enter this happy place where i forget that i have a life waiting for me in the Philippines as i bask in their company and relive ridiculous pubescent moments over dinner.

why must i be so torn?

it's been barely a week and i depressingly miss my family, fairlight, and the boy. i seriously need to come home soon; but i know that when i do, i'll miss my friends over here. sigh. i wish i could just stuff everyone i love in my pocket so they'll be with me everywhere i go.

on a better note: i'll be at Zouk later tonight to catch AAR and Deadmau5.