Been a bit mental this week. Panic hit top note last wekeend when I looked at the total collective sum of my two and a bit years of work in Oxford and realised, "How the hell am I going to get PhD out of this?"
The force of that raw fear instilled some work ethic in me. So the past week, I've actually got my head out of the sand, stopped having a life and worked my ass off.
Hopefully I won't have to stay here much longer than I planned.
I think maybe it's time to get the hell out of this country. I miss coffee shops, mamak stalls and cheap takeaway food. I miss the food so much, beef noodles, chicken rice, laksa, mee, roast duck, roast pork, nasi lemak, tosai, roti canai, tomato kueh tiaw, and more. I miss my friends, my crazy "kaki's" in KL, I miss my friends from home. I miss hanging out with them, I've missed so much of their lives. The number of weddings that I've been invited to and have had to miss out because I live on this little rock of an island is making me too sad.
Maybe it's just the fact that I've been listening to the Rent soundtrack too much.
"525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?"
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