I did what I've always wanted to do. To sit alone, on my couch, just reading Haruki's book. The house all by myself but it still doesn't feel quite right.

I was wondering why this didn't feel the same anymore, considering that fact that it always had. I needed a new environment, I needed to take a break from what it reminded of me every... little thing I've been through here.

If you're an avid reader of my blog (I don't think anyone is), you'd always read my posts about how I really needed a break.

I want to be really alone alone. I'd want to discover something new, take silly pictures while at it, and blog about it at the end of the day. I want new clothes, something that doesn't stop me to go out because of the treacherous weather we are having here in Sunny Singapore. I'd want to watch different tv shows, learn a different language just.. do something a little different.

Because the life I live is completely dull, there is nothing for me to look forward to. Money here seems to be the most important, and the environment just doesn't feel like Home. Perhaps I'm home sick. I wake up around the same time each day, wait for time to pass by, watch the same old cartoons over and over, surf the net, check every of my social networking sites, and then it's back to my television shows.

do you see where this is going?

It's almost the end of September, and i can hardly wait for December to be here. I'll embrace the days while I'm out of this place, savouring the every second my foot is out from this pit of sand.