Gosh, I was reading through my newly bought copy of Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, but as absorbing as the book is, I can't seem to be able to read it. My mind keeps deviating, I feel troubled but I can't seem to trace the cause of it all. Or maybe I'm just eluding it? I attempted retail therapy which usually works great but not so much this time... In the end I bought a funky sweater (below) which would keep me warm for the camp I'm going to from the 26th to 29th.

I feel like going back to Singapore. I don't know what keeps me here. I miss my friends and family back home. The close ties I used to have with friends here seem to be fading. Our place hasn't been as rowdy and fun as it used to be since Jun moved out. Everyone, including myself seem to have isolated themselves ever since the exam period. It could be exam stress or maybe people are staying away from my annoying light-headedness or the fury of my cynicism on days where I'm less accepting.

Almost all reason for staying has evaporated into nothingness. Is this what it's going to be like if I get my PR and work here? It might be easier to get material needs like that shiny new Integra or a cozy place to stay. So what? Sure I can make new friends, but I want the ones dear to me back. Maybe I should book a flight back after camp and the humid weather might lend me some warmth from this beautiful but cold, cold place...