My First Real Post In A While...

Hello all! (all probably consists of like Sara and Jo)

As you can tell, I've kinda given up blogging on a daily basis. It's unfortunate because everyone back home can't keep up with everything I've been up to. I think it was Nat or Andrea who said that it was as though I never left because they could keep up with my life through my blog. Also, due to my short term memory, I probably can't remember what I've done and what needs to be done around the house without my daily blogging but alas! I'm way too lazy to blog everyday.

I can actually see myself changing, it's quite scary really. This semester it's like I'm a completely different person compared to last semester. Some changes are good and others are not so good. I think I've become a lot darker on the inside. All twisty and jumbled up.

A little shout out to my little sister. You're so beautiful and talented, everything I hope my daughter will be. It's killing me that I don't get to be there to watch you grow up but I hope you know that you are in my prayers every night. I love you very much because you are my baby sister and Jo can probably attest to that.

Nat sent me an email telling me that she had 47 pairs of shoes!
Kim: Nat has 47 pairs of shoes!
Sara: Are you sure you don't have more?
Kim: No way!
I thought about it a little and I think I have more than 60!!! 28 pairs in Melbourne and wayy more back home. I'm gonna count all my assets when I get back to Singapore and after I work out all the kinks.

The four walls. I've named them Aden, Bart, Cranberry and Dave. They're really not good company at all. I've lived in a house/apartment with people all my life, I've never been alone before this. Being alone is not a nice feeling. Mummy, Daddy, Rachel, Angelica, Nathania and at least one maid, if not two. They are always there, always at home but here, there is no one...just Aden, Bart, Cranberry, Dave and I. Coming home every night I get this awful feeling like a huge weight is being attached to my heart. It just sinks at the thought of those four walls...

I've been listening to this song by Rascal Flatts a lot lately. It's so touching I cry every time (yes, I know this sounds familiar).

THINGS THAT MATTER (part 2)

She’s held on to that grudge all her life
And thirty years of anger
Since her dad walked out that night
She thinks of all the moments that he's missed
All the birthdays ballets first dates
That seems too much to forgive
She gets that call that said he don’t have long
She walks in
He starts crying
The past is gone
Things that matter
Things that don’t

Time ain’t on our side
Don’t want to leave this world
With why didn’t I?
Why didn’t I?
Yeah why didn’t I?


XOXO

K