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[wwshin-blog]

On the straight path.

Time has run out and the turning of the gears has ceased.

My watch has stopped!

I met up with an ex-AirForce colleague and friend of mine, Beng Yeow aka Edwin Salvatore. With a name lifted out from the depths of the Godfather, I set out to meet him with a mixture of trepidation and fear. 

Meeting up with him was great. We conversed and shared what we had been up to the past year, and it felt nice to have a fellow Singaporean to talk to. His female friend, Shenka ( I hope this is how you spell her name) was there too, and after having made the appropriate introductions, the three of us set off for Randwick to buy groceries. Or should I say, I accompanied them on their evening excursion.

Over at Coles supermarket, Edwin offered some advice on what foodstuff to get. Basically, Pasta is King. Pasta rules the world! He also enquired about my girlfriend, and how she was doing. Naturally, I broached the subject of whether he was attached at the moment. 

It was a pleasant surprise when he gave an ill-disguised smile and dropped the revelation that he was happily attached to Shenka! I gave an exclamation and berated him for not telling me earlier.

Congratulations to you both! "Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable." - Bruce Lee

I worry that I am lapsing back into the old routine of sloth and laziness. Somehow, familiarity with one's surroundings tends to bring about strong bouts of procrastination. Living on campus means that I am a stone's throw away from the University proper. Yet somehow, I persist in dilly dallying and indulging my attentions in unimportant stuff.

I have to be careful. I have to remember what my priorities are, and I cannot lose track of myself. I have to stay focused.

At times, I wonder how my girlfriend is doing back in Singapore. I think a long distance relationship like mine can be compared to container. Hear me out on this. The vacuum inside an airtight container symbolizes the excellent status of the relationship. Everything is going fine, communication with each other is going along without a hitch, and there really isn't much to worry about. 

Then comes that dreaded word: Insecurities.

Insecurities are like a canker; a disease. They force the container lid ajar ever so slightly, and air seeps in. Because of this damning factor, the relationship starts to deteriorate. As one insecurity compounds another, the partners in this relationship start to think the worst of everything. The compulsion to be overbearing and possessive comes about, which leads to further emotional friction. Innocent party photos get misconstrued and misunderstood. 

Eventually, everything shatters. We weep and slowly pick up the pieces of our heart.

I know that the next three years will be trying and taxing on the both of us love. More for you than for me, since I'm in another country, experiencing a totally different culture than back at home. I believe that we have such a deep, immovable trust in each other that pulling through this is very possible. In fact, I have never considered otherwise. You make me wanna strive, and I hope that I evoke a similar reaction in you. We study, and we work, and we come home exhausted at the end of a tiring day. But right before we sleep, I know that we're in each other's minds. That we love each other very much.

I just can't wait to hold you in my arms again.

I would really like to gym over here, if not for the sad fact that the rates are astonishingly inflated. $99 for a month is akin to daylight robbery. I guess calisthenic exercises will have to suffice during my stint here in Sydney.

Who would've thought that I'd actually be hankering to gym? I suppose that the regular gym session back in Singapore have been effective. They have inculcated in me the mindset that regular exercise is mandatory. It is essential to healthy living and also to a robust mind.

Speaking of which, I really ought to head to sleep. I shall wake up early tomorrow and make myself a good breakfast!

That just means cereal (milo cereal) and milk to be honest. 

Au Revoir, me mateys!