The moment of realisation..
After 18 years of living, I finally understand that I'm actually a perfectionist. Wait a minute.. isn't it OCD!? OMG.. which?!?

Anyway the mugging days are here and my stress is overflowing.

I almost feel like a small sampan that's got it's sole grasp onto the jetty mercilessly cut.. consequently drifting out into the unpredictable sea to fend for its own survival against the big big whales and sharks and oversized sotongs and piranhas and.. erm more appropriately the thundering ocean waves. Oh no, I'm so vulnerable.. Should the sail be hauled the wrong way or that the winds had stopped and I'll have to use my arms to row the boat on.. either scenarios will make me miss the one-way-one-scheduled train, and I'll be forced to track the no man's land.

Hope I can struggle through this long haul. One faith.

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