Tales of small towns.

I'm up again at this familiar hour now at 5.30. Somehow it's easing up to me. Perhaps it is a subconcious thing my body interprets. As though my body is being primed by the mind.

Now I wish my brain gets some upgrading.

It rained pretty much the whole day yesterday but I liked the fresh air and cool whispy breese it brought along with. For also I felt like I am going through this sense of renewal - something like a huge pour would wash away. I'm surprised even the most die-hard guilt didn't survive too.
I'm not sure if it rained in moscow but I think it did n passed on my regards to the serene green paddy fields up north.

I'm pretty proud of myself that I'm still surviving now. To be honest, I didn't really feel fearful. I guess it just didn't come to mind. To be here in another state all by myself wo knowing anyone in d hosp.

So far I really have lady luck to thank for. Been really very lucky w many things and having many checking on me. I feel so so so loved.

The only thing I miss? Would be the city life.

I'd die trying to be a proud owner of a condo near klcc n just hang there. Walk over to BB for H&M, read at kinokuniya, have beef noodles near masjid jamek, n swim at d condo pool n have frens over for cocktails.

Wahhhhh I can have such big dreams and 'ambitious' eh? But a bunny can dream! And dream big she shall: )

God. Sometimes I think about it and really think that its a lil bit crazy to be away from kl again after all these years in shithole-land moscow.

But I guess whenever I feel jumpy about this decision of mine, i'd recall d reason as to rly why I decided so mich earlier on and I'm at peace again. Knowing this is fr the bigger good. No matter how hard it is fr me to even predict it'd turn out to be  in the future.

But really, sometimes I'm just thinking way too much.