Recently, I love walking. Maybe it's because of the breeze? Of the sights I see? I don't really have a clue. But it seems peaceful to walk, instead of taking the public transport. The thing is, it's a short distance, that's why I don't mind. I'm sure if I was required to walk from Boon Lay to Pasir Ris, I will beg for mercy. Sometimes, I feel it's as though I don't have a choice. Boyfriend's overseas for a while, and for now, I have to be independent (though he has been going overseas from time to time this few weeks). Especially since I'm going Disney for 4 months. But... I will talk about that next month.

For example, yesterday, if I didn't walk home, I wouldn't have been able to give directions to a tourist finding his way back to his hotel. Or if I didn't walk, a tourist wouldn't be able to find his way to Mustafa Centre. Okay, I think I'm exaggerating a bit, others could help too. Though I find joy in doing little things, being able to help. Who doesn't want to needed? It's just the little things that matters that much. I realise I love to drift away from what I wanted to say in the beginning.

As I walk along the pathways behind the construction in Little India, I noticed a few men sleeping on the ground. You guessed it, construction workers. I felt bad for them, they deserve a bed to sleep on, a room to rest in. I want to help, but I couldn't. I can't provide a home for them, but I give out a smile. I can't make life a lot better for them, but I can don't make their lives worse. The things we do actually affects someone else one way or another. It's like the butterfly effect.

Sometimes it takes just one action, one scenario, one look, to make us realise what we took for granted. I presume I have as well. I'm lucky to have a home to come back to, unlike them. I hope everything goes well with them, it's not easy to go to a foreign country to work without knowing anyone, only knowing their supervisors/managers.

By the way, I apologize for the lack of photos. I don't go out often anymore. I treasure sleep more than anything. I'm getting more attached to my bed recently, even when I have a day off. Like today. I'm debating if I should go gym or movies. I miss the gym so much, yet I want to relax myself. Maybe I could do both. Oh wells, I shall see. Hopefully I don't stay at home again. It's not boring, because I can sleep whole day, it just feels as if I'm wasting my off days away. Please Hazel please, don't be so lazy. Get up, work out.

Good night!

And my love, Happy 1.5 years. I love you.