Home alone for 8 days. Papa left for Sydney this morning. Over the week-end, he'll be flying to Perth, and then back to Singapore on Tuesday.

Last month, he's been to the Philippines and back twice.

I wonder what it's like to be moving about that much. I have no idea. But man, give me the ground anytime. Not that I hate flying. I just figured, if God intended us to have that kind of a lifestyle, He would have given us wings... just to make life a bit easier... hehe.

What am I going to do for 8 days? And look, it's raining. Yeah, right.

The nights will sure be lonely. I miss you already my love. Please take care and be back real soon.