80 weeks

So I've got 80 weeks left.

80 weeks of lonesomeness which I suppose I mind but I believe I can still survive it. It's times like these that you go against the world and still come out alive and kicking.

And it is times like these that a return of one's brother is a piece of welcome news. Like now.

Thanks God.

Class outing was a gauge of how much I still fit into Singapore and I must say, I lose touch with alot of things and I don't intend to be in touch with them ever again.

80 weeks. that's all. No more. Trust me to make it less.