It's 1.22 a.m. I just arrived home from supper with our close Malaysian relatives. We were talking so merrily that if I had not reminded them of the time, I would not be home at this hour, yet. But those were not the point.

It was only while waiting for my father's car when I realised where I was. Remember what I told you on Thursday? The bus stop where we alighted at? The place where my family always have supper? Where I told you that it looked quite different in the day and in the night? Before we took a long walk into serangoon gardens?

Well I guess I turned sentimental again. I'm sorry. Give me time and I'll get over it. I guess there is only one solution to it, work myself to numbness, let me be as busy as a bee and it'll shadow the past with a façade in my mind.

But from now it's the thing behind the façade that will drive me. And the full moon is consoling me tonight too, thanks moon. Goodnight for now, everyone.