the longer i'm home..the lesser it feels like home..
if not for d few things i missed..i dun think i want to come back to sg

maybe its d pressure coming from burdens we have to carry on our shoulders,the stress or the reality of a mundane routine life we tend to lead

or

the mats n minahs that makes u feel sick

or

the beautiful cars i can buy overseas

or

the possibilities of exploring countless cultures


all in all,at this time right now..somewhere out there someone is snow boarding,driving a mustang or a camaro,eating delicacies from all walks of life...or dirt biking down a mountain..simply said,living life to its fullest.

the more i travel the more i realize that we, are actually living in a box that is so small that life is not as fulfilling as it should be..

if only money really grew on trees..or they do fall from the sky..i'll travel the world like there's no tomorrow..only stopping when i'm satisfied...