Thursday, December 17, 2009


The light at the end of the tunnel is just a reach away, I can almost feel it at the tip of my fingertips.

I've been so out of touch with what's going on at home. With friends, family and everything in between. Like an invisible stranger peeping into a house. Only able to see, and hear what was going on inside - but not being able to be part of it. I can't believe how many freaking awesome parties I missed out this year! Bloody hell!

There were so many exciting/new/interesting things I could blog about this year, and I was really tempted to, but I never had the urge to type it down. By the time I got home I rather pop open a can of beer and stone in front of the telly. Exhausted from spending way too much time at work. I suppose taking pictures in my mind was good enough. At least you and I know for sure that I'm not that much a hitwhore or a slave to hitmoney. ;) And there goes all my future freebies! But that's okay though, I still have "fehmes" friends to parasite on. :)

There will be parts of this place I shall always miss and wished that I never had to leave it. I'd miss the independence. A place I call my "own". The accessibility. The not being in a jam. The safe feeling - knowing that I won't be cheated by a taxi, knowing that there's not a very high chance that my bag would get snatched. The bars being just 5 minutes away. The MRT just 5 mins away and taking me to places I actually WANT to go. The crazy variety of booze in the supermarket. The pretty colours of Xmas along Orchard. The no smoking anywhere accept in yellow boxes. The RM2.80 SGD2.80 chicken rice. The ramen shops. The sake. Ice Cold Beer. The absolute happiness of finding really cheap groceries in Chinatown. Wala wala. Clarke Quay. Clean, working public toilets. Morton's free steak sandwiches.

I could go on and on. But like Dorothy said, there's just no place like home.

I'd like to believe that over the past year that I've grown as a person. That I've learnt more about life, about work, about myself.

The hardest part about leaving are my friends. The old ones, the new ones, the ones I haven't had the chance to make. I was saying goodbye to a couple of them already, saying how much I would miss them... as if they were lovers I was saying goodbye to. I wish there was more time. Suddenly there's so much I still want to do. See. Taste. Hear. But there's no more time left.

Oh well. It was a great run.

It was great fun.

But it's time to go home.