Tonight, I cant help but think of the number of days left here. I'll only need to use my 2 hands & 1 foot to count all the days. Time is short & i cant help but wonder what I'll miss terribly when I'm there. Yes, there's all the fun & new friends & new places to explore, new cultures & languages to learn, new things to see. I'm just worried about getting extremely homesick. I'm a closet homebody. My chicken rice, my geylang dimsum cravings, my crazyyyyy girlfriends, my hokkien spewing friends, my guitar plus all the other conveniences available at home.Mixed feelings are hard to explain, I dont even know what goes into the mix. A month back, I was filled with more fear than excitement. Now I'm less fearful, significantly more excited, but strangely neutral overall. Maybe I'm feeling like a bride who is sitting in the dressing room, waiting to walk down the aisle. During those solitary moments while you remain seated in anticipation and apprehension, thoughts of running away creep into your mind, fear that its too much for you to handle, fantasies of a wonderful marital bliss occupy your thoughts. I guess I'm feeling just about there.
Anyway, my friends came up with some light-hearted analogy about chocolate & boys. So apparently, I like dark chocolate. Now that I'm heading to the European continent, I'd better change my taste to like white chocolate. Then, the boys protested, in defense of the local boys & i thought they were like white rabbit candy. However, on hindsight, Chinese boys arent as white nor as sweet. Thus, the better metaphor should be like dough. Theres a potential for your baking dough to be something really nice if it works out fine, or something really nasty. The problem is that its just dough, edible but not a delicacy. Something that is half worked & unfinished. Haha. Damian had to add that its CORNY dough. :D Such is the wit of dough.
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