I took bus 2 to get back to the East on a lark. This is the first and only time I’ve done so. GUESS WHO I SAW? Kenneth! Haha.
Now, I’m sitting at Changi having teh-o because I don’t really want to go home anyway. I guess it’s kind of perverse but there it is. Fortunately, having hung out with a bunch of guys, I now know where to go if I wanted to stay out although I have to admit they’re places more fun with people than alone.
I wonder how long it is that I’ll keep doing pointless things like this. I sometimes find myself wishing that I had some cause to leave. Do you think it’s bad when you start thinking that it wouldn’t be a bad thing if I could live somewhere along the bus 2 route (with a direct bus to work)?
I feel like my house is too damn crowded and there being no space any longer. After a recent incident, I realize again how territorial I am about space, to the point of irrationality. It’s kind of unhealthy to be truthful. Yet there is something strange about it because I seem to lose that instinct when it comes to shared space with non-family members. I guess it’s the implied respect for each others’ space, carefully delineated in contrast to how family feel very very free to get into your stuff and then not having much recourse but to bear with it.
And feel like I’m unable to articulate these feelings because I don’t want to be accused of being ungrateful (well, it’s free lodgings)… and with how passive-aggressive I am, it’s just much better to stay away from and avoid any interactions. I’ve basically treated the house as a place to sleep during weekdays. At first, I really was working late for a sustained period of time but now I don’t really have to but nevertheless either stay back or stay out late.
This may be why I feel vitally the need to own my own place and my greatest (material) dream is to have a house. Yet it is so hopeless in Singapore to go about buying when you wish to remain single.
In the meantime I’ve finished my teh-o and feel kind of sleepy. The HTC Hero is really a godsend as I can surf the net as much as I want without needing to plug in somewhere. Time to go I guess.
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I took bus 2 to get back to the East on a lark. This is the first and only time I’ve done so. GUESS WHO I SAW? Kenneth! Haha.
Now, I’m sitting at Changi having teh-o because I don’t really want to go home anyway. I guess it’s kind of perverse but there it is. Fortunately, having hung out with a bunch of guys, I now know where to go if I wanted to stay out although I have to admit they’re places more fun with people than alone.
I wonder how long it is that I’ll keep doing pointless things like this. I sometimes find myself wishing that I had some cause to leave. Do you think it’s bad when you start thinking that it wouldn’t be a bad thing if I could live somewhere along the bus 2 route (with a direct bus to work)?
I feel like my house is too damn crowded and there being no space any longer. After a recent incident, I realize again how territorial I am about space, to the point of irrationality. It’s kind of unhealthy to be truthful. Yet there is something strange about it because I seem to lose that instinct when it comes to shared space with non-family members. I guess it’s the implied respect for each others’ space, carefully delineated in contrast to how family feel very very free to get into your stuff and then not having much recourse but to bear with it.
And feel like I’m unable to articulate these feelings because I don’t want to be accused of being ungrateful (well, it’s free lodgings)… and with how passive-aggressive I am, it’s just much better to stay away from and avoid any interactions. I’ve basically treated the house as a place to sleep during weekdays. At first, I really was working late for a sustained period of time but now I don’t really have to but nevertheless either stay back or stay out late.
This may be why I feel vitally the need to own my own place and my greatest (material) dream is to have a house. Yet it is so hopeless in Singapore to go about buying when you wish to remain single.
In the meantime I’ve finished my teh-o and feel kind of sleepy. The HTC Hero is really a godsend as I can surf the net as much as I want without needing to plug in somewhere. Time to go I guess.
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