A night like any other.

Cold, peaceful.

Looking out the window, trying to spot out that all-to-familiar red neon wording of 'Singapore Polytechnic' only to realize that there is only pitch darkness. That comforting familiar feeling starts to feel not too familiar anymore. The shades open, revealing the picturesque cluster of high-rise blocks, another sight I've grown familiar with over this semester. The once empty blocks now scattered with families, marked by the lit windows all around.

Not one to share or talk much, I've made a decision to change that while entering here, and 11 different bottles on the shelf bear testament to that. After tonight, it'll be 12. But after all that, I've realized that no matter how I try to change, I will always be me, strange as it sounds its comforting to know that I'm comfortable with that part of me now.

It has been a great year, one which will be concluded very soon, but lets not get ahead of ourselves. I have 1 month left before I fly, there are still many things to do, and accomplish. Food hunting, meet up with friends, flight preparations, Christmas; it definitely will be a rush to the end. An end that sprouts into a new beginning, a never ending cycle, an irony by itself.