Two weeks from the last entry, and I land back in Heathrow to be greeted by -1 degrees Celcius weather.

Not much happened back home. I spent time with parents, met up with a couple of friends and that was about it. I was sick throughout Sydney and KL. And it was only during the last few days that I went to hell with it, ate all my favourite local food and paying for it now with a nagging cough that I brought back with me to the UK.

Things are still pretty much up in the air. I have been confused over things and people’s opinions/ questions have just made me think more than I normally would. Which I have yet to decide if it’s a good or bad thing.

Just, this work assignment in the UK was meant to be 6 months. It was an initial case of putting the Malaysian life on hold. And then before you know it, 13 months after, you have half a life here and another half back there. One is the current life that you stumbled upon and am beginning to get settled into, while the other is one you grew up with and left all of a sudden. Replace the word “life” with “values” and “dreams”, and you can guess that I pretty much don’t know where I stand on a lot of things anymore.

And… I know no one ever found an answer through a blog entry or on the web, so I guess more thinking till I somehow figure this out.