Goodbye, not sorry, always seems to be the hardest word.

I have to say, throughout everything that I've experienced, I've learnt that somethings come and go whether you like it or not. Be it a loss of a friend, a parent, a grandparent, greatgrandparent, your friend's greatgrandparent.... OK, well you get the point. Somethings just leave you and you have no control over it. Suck right? But it happens. So I thought given that I've had so much experience with issue with loss, I would pretty much be numb to the emotions that accompany it. In fact, I was pretty much numb for a long while. Losing a favourite tee shirt usually made me cry, but now..ayah who cares. Missing out on a sale usually made me upset, but now...ayah who cares.

UNTIL TODAY.

I think it is official- that I have stepped out of the emotionless abyss of my well trained numb mind. It is about 6 hours before I have to board the plane back and it also signifies the time left in my wonderful houses back in Singapore. No thanks to the crazy property bubble floating itself into the next dimension and all the seriously unreasonable enblocs. Whoever is made it as such, well heres a shout out for you: I HATE YOU!

The feeling sucks. It really does. You are taking a piss, reliveing yourself and all you can think of is-this is the last shit I'm having in this toilet.

Honestly, its repulsive.