Singapore.

No, I’m not in Singapore – I think the next time I put Singapore as the subject of today’s journal nobody would ever believe I’m back there even though I might actually be.

Ever since returning to Hong Kong, I always have the tendency to think about returning to Singaore when things aren’t turning out alright for me. It’s almost like Singapore is a hiding place for me, a place for me to escape to when things get too tough for me to handle. I am no escapist, but I just wonder sometimes just what I have to do to get through this place. And when you know that there is a place for you to fall back onto, naturally you’ll start thinking about the possibility of that happening.

Luckily this time round I’m not thinking so much about going back yet, even though my best friends are there (and also that special someone whom she herself has no idea that she is the one because I’ve never conjured up enough guts to tell her for fear of being rejected), my mum is there, I’ve got a bigger house there, etc. I guess I still haven’t done that big thing in Hong Kong for me to make a triumphant return back yet. To be honest, I really want to do something that I would be proud of here first before I consider about making a return.

I don’t know what the future holds for me, be it in work, in my life partner, etc. But I know it is in His hands, and for that I can have hope and peace.