bittersweet...

the sound of the wheels of the first tram of the day on the tracks...
the chirps of morning birds...
the light snores of...(u know who u are)
the piano keys playing pachebel canon on the laptop in windows media player...
im wide awake at 6.51 a.m.
there's a funny feeling inside.that of a bittersweet one.i've all the friends i need in the world around me now.all the girlies(yes...tt's u all).late nights over at each others places.laughing till someone convulses or claps hands and bobs head simultaneously.the working of the abs.late nights at l'incontro just crapping.fun trips to safeway late at 11 at night.crying in the theatre while watching man on fire.doing the hand thing when usher sings "watch out....watch out" when 'yeah' is played in clubs.talking cock(again) on the cab on our way home from clubs.imitating each other's dance moves.ann,yenteng,jenn,adel,chell.....love all of u to bits.....

yet...

i miss whatever's back home.the convenience brought while being where u belong.dad's little actions that are so subtle yet mean so much love.mum's constant nagging that wishes nothing but good intentions.once in a while heart-to-heart talks with sis.going to city square with nel.tennis lessons every saturday that acted as a stress relieve session whenever workload builds up in school.waking up at 5 every mon morning to reach sch in time from j.b. and crossing the causeway.looking forward to friday afternoons after a long week of sch and i can go back to my home home.it used to be a long one and a half trip back from ang mo kio.a plane ride melb-spore and back to jb by car is roughly 7+ hrs.used to be a causeway away...now continents apart.