The Lake of One's Being

14 July 2007

I quote from A'Dilah -

It frustrates me how people here refuse to Keep to the Left
It frustrates me how people here love to block, shove and stare.
It frustrates me how people here adore fighting for seats.

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It frustrates me how drivers here do not greet you.
It frustrates me how cashiers here do not look you in the eye.
It frustrates me how salesmen here look like they have a big stone up their arse.
It's that hard to smile.

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Nothing satisfies me anymore and that's sad.
Once upon a time, I was pretty sure that this is The Place.

- this, coming from a girl who decided it would be a nice ironic touch to write her birthday greetings to me last year on a postcard that went, "Made in Singapore!" in loud red proclamatory block letters.

It feels like I have to write a Singapore or Singaporeans-bashing post every once in awhile, to let off some steam. To seek similar opinions so I know that I'm not alone in wanting to leave this shithole of a place.

Sometimes it takes a trip abroad for some people to come upon an epiphany like adilah's above - she's just back from her Europe stay. For me, I'd known I was simply born in the wrong place since I was 12.

It has come to a stage in my life when people have packed up and left, are leaving soon, or are talking about leaving. Farewells at the airport every week. There hasn't been a time since I don't know when, when I would hear the engines of a plane roaring overhead and not look up as it streaks across the sky with the intense wish that I'm in it, flying off far far away.

11:12 AM;

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