It is hard to make a decision when you possess both a conflicted heart and a fickle mind. The odds are always changing.

I got my accommodation offer from NUS and my ARTS camp friends are really sweet. We've been meeting frequently since the last day of camp on the 20th June.

The fact that my life is moving so smoothly frightens me sometimes at night. Or just when it rains. It's as if I cannot tell what is real anymore.

For every rational reason I can think of staying in Singapore, there is always a sense of uneasiness in that planned future. For every irrational thought I feel about moving to London, there is always a logical explanation why the unforeseeable future might just be a childish dream after all.

I think the answer should be simple which therein lies the difficulty of the decision. Benefactor points the way! Where art thou! HAHA :D I am waiting for a thunderstorm.