千九百八十五： Back in Singapore

I love the dome roof of the National Museum

Maybe it's the hormones. But I'm just kinda wishing that I'm back in Japan already.

I dunno how come things can just change from quite ok to such awkwardness.  Maybe friendship is really only skin-deep? Now that I have a pregnant tummy, I'm repulsive and any show of concern towards a pregnant friend might be inappropriate? It's a depressing thought, and all the more so because I am feeling really ugly and any kind words or concern or some true friendship is actually very welcome and much appreciated. Some insensitive pig actually asked why I looked like a clown in my baggy bottoms. I just replied that cos I can't fit into my normal shorts anymore?? (T.T)