i just have this sudden urge of word-vomit for the past few hours..

i was reading Philip Toledano's 'Day's with my father' awhile ago.

It's seriously deep and heartfelt, i dont know how to describe it but its a mixture of alot of emotions. sometimes, i wonder how long more will i get to live my life? will i get to live enough to see my children grow? will i even have children? is he the one?

Why cant S'pore be a lil more stress-free?

I wish my life is free as a bird.. where i can sit all day, go for a random holiday, write a book or just self-employ myself with stuff i enjoy doing..

I dont want to wake up and do the same thing everyday..

God, I need a slap. Im just living a dream.