I am back in Singapore, but why am I not excited? Why did I not feel anything? It all seems like everything is back to before I left... Singapore... a hard slap back to reality. Depressing... to feel that those 7-8 weeks felt like a dream... the friends made, the memories created, the fun we had... it all seemed so out of reach now... How I long to be back at Dalian... to spend more time with some of the chinese buddies... to shoot, to rebel, to squeeze through holes... without a care in the world.

Really, I really cherish those times spent there... Now.. back in singapore.. only the first day and I am pissed off with my brother.. Seems like really cant seem to find a neutral ground with him... Imagine him switching off the internet 3 times in around an hour... Plus with his long droning nagging, and the "I will always be right" feel that he gives off, I really wish to escape back to Dalian. Family ties, blood bonds, I wonder for me, how strong are they. Sometimes, I think I am really not a family person but more of a loner... Perhaps its how circumstances created this? I mean how much time do we spent with each other? My family that is. Not much honestly...

Ahhhh, I missed Dalian totally. I wonder how long will this feeling persists... I really hate this 现实 world. Will the bonds created in Dalian hold strong? I hope so, but on the other hand, I doubt it will be so... =(