say what?

I just realized (well, not really) that my life has yet to be stabilized and I am unfortunately, have yet to adapt fully back home. At first I thought this was taking a tad too long, and I was starting to deem myself as a complete weirdo, but a recent article I read from Straits Times calmed me down.

"It may take months for Singaporeans who have lived overseas to adapt back to the life back home".

You have no idea how comforted I felt after reading that particular article. And not to mention, somewhat sore. I wish it didn't have to take this long. I know this whole saga of adapting back to the life here solely depends on me, but but but.. sometimes.

I am still searching for that perfect J, when I know it doesn't exists (though it seems to for some people). I consider them to be extremely lucky, but then again, I am not in their position so who knows, it might suck for them. Nobody knows. Except for them, of course.

So screw perfect. Really. Perfect things don't exist in this world and I should keep drilling that into my head.

And I wish the weird W vibes will get out of my head soon as well. Its disrupting my principles.