Living in Singapore isn't that tough than I thought. It's a small city, fast pace, rush, and you will not have much time to think what you're doing. Maybe it's a city that is boring, made you forget about your dream; at least, I never felt lonely in this city of Lion. Unlike what I felt in KL, a place where I used to be, a place where I've grown up, a place with all my memories and friends around, but most of the time, I felt lonely. It's strange, or maybe i'm strange, however, I still love KL, but not without my dearest friends.
Tonight, after a few glasses of Chardonnay, I smoke at the corridor at my place, looking into the sky, without the stars, the silence of the night made me heard every wind blow, and then I think, why did I restrict myself so much previously? Why must I care what people think about me? I just want a fabulous life, I might be selfish, but I just hate people start to tell me what I should do and what I shouldn't. Tonight, i just feel that, my life actually just started, turning into 25 couple weeks ago, it's not getting older, but it's a start! My life just started and yeah, I must have achieved something before I turn 26. I'll never fuck my life, because i'll make my life interesting and be the way i want it to be.