Year 3

My ideal Year 3 as I pictured it would never have materialised. No way.

Things weren't at all what they seemed, not for a single moment in the past year. But none of it was in my control. It's not my fault things turned out this way.

When I got on that plane bound for London, I already knew that things weren't going to be how I planned it. A new chapter had begun the moment I returned to Singapore. I just didn't realise it.

It's only a month and 13 days into the new year though. You could say that's a month wasted-but hell there's still 8 months to go, best make full use of it.

back in the playground

11 months and 22 days of lies.

It's a new day.

I'm back. Time to redefine myself.