
I’m sorry my blog has been quiet of late. Reality has hit – J has only two weeks left in Singapore before he moves back to the US for good. I’m visiting in the summer, of course, but suddenly, I’m a basketcase of emotions, a lot of which I can’t seem to handle.
I’m scared of a lot of things, mostly, of how unbearable it’ll be to miss him. Everything I love, I’ve shared with him; with him not being here, the memory of him will haunt the places, the routes, everything that I find dear. Everything will remind me of him. Everything – how much he loves a certain dress on me, or an annoying remark about my accessories. Every time I was one of the many TV shows I watch, I’ll hear his comments in my head. Every time I say something I always say, I’ll hear his head in my voice imitating me. Everything.
For now, I’m sad, I’m scared, and I’m just staying afloat to breathe.








Mom and me, in the late 80s.