i am not searching for happiness

Hello people.

I was in Singapore when I wrote down this draft, sitting on bed, looking at the blue morning sky outside the window. I had a real great time in my first day in Singapore. I met the coolest family I’ve ever met, which is the family of Vivi’s aunty. They are really welcoming to my sister and I, they did not hardly try to please us, but they did not treat us like extreme outsiders as well, since the fact is, we are total strangers to them. They spoke like best friends with each other, and I love to see how they care very deeply for each other. I do feel happy to see how tender loving they are, in the other hand, I feel a prick of depression, thinking about my parents and surprisingly, my brother. I wish they would be okay, since I still can’t reach them by phone. It was so hard to find a new phone number in Singapore. Gosh. I scream for the people I care, which are my family, my friends, my home sweet home, my own private room, my bed, and definitely my other half, my desktop.

Enough for the blah-blah for this time, I’ll come up with another story in the next post. Please enjoy my photographs, and I wish we could share the same excitement. Happy holiday, people.