because frankly, you bore me.

Argh.

I hate to admit this, but I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that Singapore and its system has gotten to me. I survived through 22 years of rushing.

'study!'
'go for this activity!'
'look to your future!'
'this looks good on your resume!'
'your life will be secured if you do this!'


I mean, I'm on my winter holidays now, and what do I wake up wanting to do?

Work.

Or well, maybe not work work. But waking up and realising there really isn't anything to do just isn't what I'm used to. I don't want to wake up and just smell the freaking roses (the lack of roses around my house notwithstanding).

I can't just sit down and breathe in the bracing fresh morning (afternoon) air and suddenly decide to appreciate just how wonderful the sky is.

In fact, the whole idea about The Great Stand Alone Continent being laidback and relaxed irks me.

I think what I'm getting at is that I need the holidays to end.

Pfft. Men. Impossible to please.