Sardines - Made in Singapore.

I'm not talking about the ayam brand that is so popular in all the major groceries stores. I'm talking about the one that is produced by SMRT. During every single rush hour period there is, every singaporean squeezes into the carriages in their mad rush to get home and can be compared to the cluster-fucked sardines in a tin can.

Back in Australia, there are frequent complaints on the quality of the train runs and schedules, where there is a breakdown and nothing come to the aid of the aussies stranded until pretty much later. Its always "Boycott Connex" and similar stuff like that.

In Singapore, I don't think we have this problem. The staff trains are pretty much the most efficient in all that I've seen. Kudos to the SMRT for their efficiency on such grounds. However, once the ugly Singaporean mentality is added into the recipe, the brew changes to one that beats the crap outta the sardines of the ayam brand.

The adults, oldies and kids alike are squeezed all the way in. There isn't even enough handles for people to hang on for dear life when our beloved train driver speeds into the underground tunnel. Women flick their head left and right, checking out for perverts who might be out to get a piece of them, or rather, their butts, to be precise. But what of the innocent male behind them? who, owning to the squeeze of the 'sardines' together with the incessasant flicking of hair like some dumb shampoo commercial of the 80s, result in them tripping and stepping on the poor kids who are dragged into the SMRT tin by their parents.

Weeks pass and alas..

Yay...my Internet connection is finally up! but no thanks to the snotty work done by the contractor. This is the first time I have seen so many design flaws in a designer's perspective. Though I must admit Desmond's work is rather arty, but the quality is somewhat much to be desired.

Experiences in Australia somewhat left me thinking. What has changed since I got back?
1. I forgot how to take the bus...no Serious! I took too much trams.
2. I learn a lot about foodie appreciation.
3. I learn to judge stuff based on their quality.
4. I learn not to look at people from the first impression.
5. I learn how to properly utilize people in my work group.
6. I learn that advertisements don't just belong to the bin.
7. I grew sick of beef and pasta.
8. I grew to love wine and fine dining.
9. I learn not to count ISO into services standards as it is non-existent.
10. Singaporeans out to be thankful. OMG.

Feeling like a "Stranger" in your home

After just having reached Singapore, I'm beginning to feel 2 ways. One, either I have missed too much of the life in Singapore so much that I have forgotten what its like to be a Singaporean. Two, life in Melbourne is so nice for me, that somehow although I love Singapore, I pretty much yearn to be back in Melbourne.

So what have I become?

Not that I really know, but things have changed so much. I got into my new place and found myself all alone. Everyone has their own lives to lead with their studies and girlfriends, that I have felt that I'm pretty much alone in my life on this Earth. Nope, I no longer feel the pang of jealousy at a passing couple, but yet, I'm now on the edge of finding a meaningless void in life.

Also, the wait is over. Not there has been a success, but more to its time to move on with my life, since I have been living for myself, obvilious of the time that has passed. I'm already close to reaching 24, yet it seems that my siblings are already happy with their other half. Could it be that my requirements/standards are way too high? or is love in my life just a passing like my memories?

Hullo Singapore, Miss Melbourne

Well, I just touched down around close to 3 days already.

I felt so awkward when I reached the airport, the feeling was like I was going to another foreign country. And not to the one that I grew up in. I saw my parents for the 1st time in one year, but yet I felt so empty. The feeling of emptiness was brought back together with the luggage.

I gave my parents a hug. Hoping that when I reached home, things would not change with time as it was often said. Not long after I reached my bed, my mom came in and started nagging at every thing she saw. Congratulations mom, you always win the record in spoiling my mood whenever I see you again. And what would be your next combo? It would be to nag more n more n more n more n more.

Damn, I really felt like going back Melbourne after the first night. I'm close to going nuts. I saw my new place, and realize that my room looks like a pet shop window. I better get some curtains or something like that. I would just be inviting stupid comments from stupid aunts trying to be funny and start acting like the fucking idiots they are. Really curtains are a necessity in the stupid design. I really feel like boarding up the stupid window.

Anyway. Here's the photos I took during the 20th Anniversary.

Melbourne's gonna be missed.