post holiday blues

it hasn't been easy returning to a room full of present memories that haunts you every waking moment.i already felt the punches when the plane took off from bangkok's international airport.

sometimes running away from it all makes it even harder when you return.

all the way to Vietnam i thought why i was putting myself in awkward places with people i haven't met before and torment myself with the whole pleasant gestures and getting to know you sessions. it turn out pretty fun anyway.. from the people with me at Vietnam to the people i met in Cambodia who stuck around till Bangkok. The amazing thing is the time spent with these people showed me love. Just the kind of love and concern a brother has to his sister. I forgot that it existed being so cut out from society with work and my friends being too busy to even have drinks friday nights.

lesson learn.

the trip's history lessons were also swirling in my brain even after i had my feet on Singapore grounds again. Killings and torture.. the way people lived on the streets, drinking water not bless from taps and an education system that seems far from perfect; and we complain that we have it tough.

People use to build temples with their bare hands with blood and sweat while we complain carrying our groceries to the car that's parked too far from the building.

...... I'm far from perfect

as are you.