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HONEST.

This is one of those random moments, in one of the random days, at one of those random weeks I start on another post here in my blog. Things are less joyful nowdays in NS, whats more of the melancholy ambiance of staying inside a room with 8 other bunkmates 5 times per week. This week and the last though, it was 4 because of Christmas and a benefit we got from the inspector. Well, however much I describe anybody within the camp boundary, or any of my squadmates, you won't know without a picture. So its pointless to tell about my NS life.

ON THE CONTRARY.

We (family) still doesn't own a house. When dad took out the decision to settle his debts with the previous house, I think, we end up right here right now in Sengkang under a 3-room flat. I don't feel at home. When I was still living at Bedok Reservoir, the serenity of the neighbourhood never fails to enlighten me up, the noise the peace, the people the kids, everything including the food brings me back to a place I call home. Now I don't have any home. That regards to coming back from camp in the no less happy mood like an ex-convict, but returning to see your home gone. Maybe you understand what I'm going through right now, maybe you're not.

WHATEVER IT IS.

This is not me updating my blog. I really don't know where I am right now.