Monday, March 16, 2009

2 more weeks and i'm heading back to Brisbane for a 10 days break, a break from having a break. It's been more than half a year since i've graduated, what have i been doing? Am i wasting my time away? Are my decisions affecting the people around me? Why can't people accept the fact that i know what i am doing? Does being REAL friends mean that you can say what you like without considering my feelings? I have a right to live the life i want, to do what i want to do. Labelled as a slacker, is not at all fun, there are times where i just sit around at home with nothing much to do, idling around, waiting for time to pass. Maybe i really do need time away from this place to seek my thoughts, Brissy sounds perfect right about now.

Something struck me the other day when i told my colleagues i'm heading BACK to Brisbane for holidays soon. They asked why i said going BACK when Singapore is my home. It never occured to me that it was THAT big an issue. Spent 1 1/2 years in Australia, it was once my home, away from home. Do i have an identity crisis? Even Malaysia, i'd say that i go BACK a few times a year, and i'm in the midst of getting Singapore citizenship.

Sometimes i can't understand the negativity surrounding foreign sports talent. I mean yes it's true that they came to Singapore only because we give them a platform to perform and to further their careers, and that because their country has "forsaken" them. But that doesn't mean that they are any less Singaporean, they too are trying hard to "localise" themselves, wanting US to treat them like Singaporeans, where they will be labelled as traitors by some patriotic ARSES back in their home country. We live in a "free" world now, where people can move around as they like, take up whatever citizenship they deem as prospective. Now then, how will you label Singaporeans who gave up their pink IC to take up citizenship elsewhere?

People always say, the mindset's different once you've lived overseas, you start to look at things from a different perspective, think and feel differently, what might have seemed important then doesn't really seem to matter now, things that you were afraid of losing.

Life is like a book, with different chapters. Life is like a train ride, who will be there with you till your final destination? Who will hop off throughout the journey? Who will come onboard at certain stops and sit next to you? I guess we'll never know..

12 days..

puppy love @ 7:30 PM