15:49.

The things I cannot pack up into a suitcase, the people who cannot be freezedried and vacuum packed, the air and wind and skies unique to a geographical location, the roads that belong to a city and not another....

What are the hardest things to leave?

Everything.

All that I have to leave behind make up the hardest thing.

Yet all that you can't leave behind - the stuff in the suitcase of the heart, memories and much feeling - are the things you can carry. Inside of you.

I cannot transpose what I have here to Singapore, should it be that my time post-Feb 5 is meant to be in Singapore, but somehow, I will never leave what I have.

I guess I can't.