180416 - Gummy Bears x Getting Used To It

#100happydays: DAY 3
This art sculpture stands outside Plaza Singapura, and I love it because it's so colourful and bright. One other reason why I love it is because the sculpture makes me think of gummy bears, and on hot days like today I like to imagine that maybe the sculpture's going to melt!


101 Things I Think About: DAY 3
Sometimes you get so used to heading out with company that you start to forget how to enjoy your own company - Panda went home for the term break sometime last week, which means that I've got the next three weeks without his company.

It's funny how this sudden loneliness is something I have to get used to - all of a sudden I have too much time on my hands and too little to fill it up with. I've been heading out whenever, but it's incredibly boring to be out alone with naught but music for company, and it doesn't help that everyone else is busy with their own lives too.

I've got some personal projects lined up to make sure I don't go stir-crazy (more will be revealed in future posts if all goes well!), and I've been trying to bring my camera out more often to make sure she gets some exercise, but the boredom persists.

I suppose it's a good thing that I have the better part of a month to go without his company - I mean, I know that I am my own person, but it's good to remind myself of this as well, that I won't always have him for company and I need to be okay with it.

It's just that being unable to meet him for a meal or just to hang out is starting to grate at my nerves, and knowing that I still have two weeks to go is seriously daunting. It's only two weeks, and yet it's two freaking weeks. He's always around so much when he's in Singapore, and it feels so empty without his presence here. 


"I don't mind that you took the stars from the night sky with you, but you've only left the moon and she looks a little lonely all by herself now."

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