I'm exhausted, my whole body is aching and I need to kill someone.


Sweet talking mother fuckers will never cease. They will continue to plague my life and I'll be stuck with trust issues for the rest of my existence. Thanks.


A plane ride surrounded by Indians, being kicked to aisle seat (when I requested for window) and getting a seat which doesn't recline = cranky murderous. After I get more sleep, I'll be bark!


I totally should have stayed longer. My dad was practically one click away to extending my stay. Argh, just when it felt truly like home. This is frustrating.


I'm back in Singapore. Whatever. Ciao-


Oh, and may I add. Fuck April.


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