five months and a day.

technically, the count should be five months and two days. but i love the sound of the title so much (to me, it sounds like a movie) that i want to stick to that, and i was not in the mood to write yesterday (most days, actually).

it's been this long since i started my love affair with singapore and everything about it--the late sunrise and sunset, the new-york-style of rush, the diversity of people and race (and the smelliness and ewwiness of some), the accurate bus timings, the pollution-free roads and highways, the zero experience (by far) of heavy traffic, the awesomeness of taxi drivers and taxi services.

it's been this long since i took the wildest risk, the farthest leap, the biggest change.

it's been this long since i embraced the ldr, not only with boyfriend, but with everyone else i love back home. and even up to this day, it still makes me cheery one moment and crazy the next.

i know, my adjustment-nesting period is not fully over, emotionally and financially that is. occasionally, i still cry myself to sleep when i miss my loved ones, when i wake up in the morning thinking nanay and ate are just around, or that jona is just a few blocks away whenever i have a strange and new kwento to share. on my sixth month, i'll be done paying one of my loans, and i'll have more room for savings. i'm so looking forward to that. and by that same time, i may be more used to the feeling of being far away from home.

while looking forward to that, i'll take comfort in the present -- the sunshine at 7pm, the stress-fee roadtrip and busrides, and yes, even the ewwy smell of my fellow commuters and mrt riders (it doesn't hurt to hold my breath for a good 10-15 minutes anyway).