Reflections...

Well... I have been chased many times to update my blog... since it's like dead most of the time...

Very happy today =p... Dad came over to Spore today for a meeting @ Kranji tmrw... And of course, I got to see him for a few hours b4 nighttime completely overwhelmed the day... A few measly hours but I'm not complaining :) In fact, I don't recall him ever coming to Singapore for meetings when I wasn't studying here... So I've been wondering... Double purpose to a single trip? Of course, Mum takes the opportunity to transport as much food and supplies to me here as can be brought in a single trip... Look at my food supplies... haha.. It has increased Multiple folds :) Good for late night snacks on Tues when my meals are so erratic...

So much has changed in the past 2 years since I arrived here, a newbie, completely alone, and completely clueless as what the future held in store... Mind you, I'm still completely clueless abt the future... That is still to be seen... But... Somehow, I feel that I have changed... I'm not the me I used to be...

e.g

From the crazy girl who, in the eyes of her classmates, is quite sociable to this nerd who hides in her room doing lab reports every weekend (torture of all chem students, I bliv) NO LIFE!!!

From the girl who spoke not a single word of Mandarin to the 3/4 banana who tries to converse in Mandarin to the best of her abilities

From never ever missing meals to this lab rat who hides out at the org lab every Tues from 10am till 5pm w/out lunch or even a drop of water sometimes... Gastric getting worse cos of dis... super unhealthy

Yet... Some things never change... I am still as homesick as I used to be. I have a theory that all Cancerians are homely ppl and thus are very prone to be homesick... I am certainly a testament to that theory. I would've thought that after 2/3 years on my own out here... I would have gotten used to being away from home. And yet, U will find me running back home every opportunity I get. LOLz... I also would've thought that I will not have the urge of hiding my face in my pillow when I see my parents leaving after a weekend's visit. It is for this very reason that I cannot talk to my parents much on the phone... I feel an overwhelming sense of missing home and wanting to be there esp when things are not going well at home.

But still I tell myself to grow up... dismiss the feeling and place it in the back of my mind. But I alwiz question, will that part of me which misses home every go away? Will that part change? Am I too attached to home for my own good? Questions which are still unanswered...

Meanwhile the little joys from home which put a smile on my face no matter what...