and so the time has come for my brother to go back to freedom.....american adventure part deux is abt to begin for him while im stuck at working out estimates for buildings....brilliant...
anyway, im stuck at using public transport for the next two days cos my vara needs to go for an operation...an expensive one i might add. the moment i started my walk to the MRT from the workshop, i already felt giddy and feel like fainting. It's worse when i was actually in the MRT...man, i just relived all the reasons why i wanted to get out of the public transport system in the first place. there's just this inherent fear that a bearded arab looking guy may just leave a bag in my cabin. i rather die being at the controls than being a victim of circumstance, know wat i mean...and then there's the crushing effect so popular during peak periods. the worst are the buses where farking dickheads love just wun move in...
the only plus point i experienced is that i now know that there is a north east line.....amazing
anyway, hopefully after i get the bike back, i wun have to live thru it again...kudos to all public tranporters, my heart goes out to yer...kekeke
anyway, since i have been grounded in Singapore in the poast few weeks, i realised i have to orchard almost every week. sad life i know...but i bet all of u like to do dat since JC times eh..i just cant wait to take off onto the highways again. even vara is complaining from the speeds that i have to travel in singapore. indeed, vara became even smoother after i came back from a petrol run in malaysia in above average speeds.....all this leads to one thing...i think i need a 5 day job, to feed my thirst for getting out of the urban dump and still satisfy my worldly needs..
still, i dun wish jump into another industry so quickly..i still wanna do what i studied for 4 years of my life at least for a little while...yeah..im pretty nostalgic...
if u think what im writing dun seem to be my literary style, ur prob right..it's quite hard to write straight after some cheese hotdogs, a Heineken and a Guinness...think i shall leave the rest to later...and oh yeah...never thot i'll say this but i miss my brother's orchestra of incessant chatter, burps and farts...take care, dude..
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