Long days....

I do like Toronto. I love Toronto.

The sad thing is, somehow I just want to be back.

Back where ? No idea. Just back. Its nice being in control again, but I have lost some of my joie de vivre. I have lived the last year in a semi-marital state. Not bliss, but it was comforting to know that no matter how badly you fuck up, someone was around to talk to and snuggle with at night.

Well thats how its supposed to be anyway.

I miss having a hubby. I think I am one of those girls who can't survive without a man for very long. Its not because I am dependant... I just like the idea that someone out there wants to take care of me. Nothing wrong with that right ? I am an affectionate person, I NEED someone to shower my money and love on. I like spoiling and fussing someone in return for being a weird person for the rest of the time.

Maybe I should look in personals.

If I was 17 again and travelled forward in time, I'd hit me.

Alright, out with the blues. I am going to immerse myself in pointless single-person activities and maybe, just maybe, I'll run across a stranger and fall in love again. Its not because I want to get married and stuff, I want a partner in crime.

Ah, and today is the first day of a book I have yet to write. Or name. Or have a plot for. I will be banging out 2000 words of it daily though.

Taadaa ! It will be something like a singaporean girl who doesn't fit in, won't go home, has fun overseas and many adventures, observations of what foreigners do, annoyances in general about the singaporean nation, and she ends up somewhere.

Where, I don't know. But the plot is supposed to develop as you write.

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