Friends
A simple 7 letter word, yet it is hard to define
What makes someone a friend?
What makes you a good friend of someone?
Quite a few thoughts came up my mind recently..
not sure if it's because of the stale mugging session
A lot of things happened during this 4 months of exchange, mostly good, some minor glitches though, but they are usually gone with some laughs (or is it?)
Alone in this foreign land, without family and our usual clique of friends, life is indeed a change..
But I have been glad, been happy, been sad, been touched....in fact I would say I have not regret coming for this exchange, because of all those I have met here...
Although sometimes I wished I could be back in my comfort zone, things often turned out well soon.. it's part and parcel of life..
Somehow I was thinking if I had done enough as a friend too..here and even for those back in Singapore...
I am one with few words, perhaps that's why I don't easily get close with someone. But that dosen't mean I don't care....
I am one who don't exactly know how to sustain a conversation well...perhaps that's why I am always the boring one. But that dosen't mean I don't feel and sense that something is wrong..
I guess this is an area I need to improve on..instead of thinking of what someone has done for me, think about what I can do for others...
Instead of being contented staying in my comfort zone, I guess I have to start learning to open myself up to more..
And another: kick the habit of keeping everything to myself. Well...like I said, it's a habit. I just can't speak freely about my inner thoughts like everyone else..... Yes, shell......
Less than 3 weeks to home. Somehow I can't wait to get home, yet I wished I could stay on longer.....
But whatever it is, it is an experience, a memory...Something which I think I will miss when back in Singapore
Gahhhhh....back to mugging... 12 more days!!!!!!
