I feel so surreal…like as if everything for the past 1 and a half months was a dream. So unreal. I am currently sitting in a room that I have lived the past 10 years or so of my life. It’s so empty yet filled with stuff that is so familiar to me like the back of my hand. I been feeling this weird in-between lives lately. As if I am having three different lives all at once. Is this how schizophrenia felt? Each life, so distinct and unique but yet interconnected. I do feel disorientated at times, as if I was suddenly lost when I pondered what would I be doing if I was living my life in this other city. I guess that’s the problem when you divide your life between three countries all at once.

I love Singapore for its convenience, the easy reach to my friends and most importantly family and love ones warmth and comfort. They would always be at my fingertips if I need them at any time.

I love Malaysia for its peace, relaxing environment, easy going nature, a place where anything is possible and the cosy comfort of my tiny family. Close-knitted although separated by circumstances.

I love Australia for its gorgeous scenery, sometimes perfect weather, ultra laidback workstyle and terribly good paychecks.

How I wish I can combine all together in one…when you think of all the positive points, there is always so little of them. However, if you hit on the negative points, the list seems to go on forever. I guess my secondary school Chinese teacher was right all along...

…the world really isn’t fair.