1644.

I feel like I am in between lives.

The relatives have come, some have gone, and I would be going to visit my Godma later. I've played with my niece, hugged my aunts and lived in the moment. Then, when I have time to breathe, I remember Melbourne. Every one asks how it is like adapting, I tell them honestly it's hard 'cause I miss Melbourne very much. What is one to do?

We talk so much of chapters, likening life to books. So Melbourne and Singapore are pages of the book of my life? Well, I find myself wishing I can flip the pages as and when I want to, within a spilt second, so I can be and go to where I want to be.

3,500 miles is 500 miles x 7.