Rocked down to Kinokuniya with high hopes and best intentions to get a book, or something. Meandering through the strings of holiday shoppers, scanned the overbooked shelves (leaving an unnatural strain n the right side of the neck) for something interesting that will tide me over. Perhaps it was the post-gym exhaustion, did not survive in the bookstore. The new releases are interesting (from what I have read in the 1st page), the magazines give really nice freebies but the will was simply not determined enough. Left promptly without the tingling need.
Been tripping around Singapore alone. It takes very little effort, oddly. It may come as a surprise to some. However, it takes one who knows me enough to realize that yours truly, truly enjoys her alone time. Some (thinking they know) call it introversion. Some does not really comprehend. Some hate it. Personally, it has been damaging but what’s done is done.
Do you sometimes feel that you will never get to the place you want to? Or is it easier to get used to the daily humdrum and move along with the tides of footsteps? For me, it is just easier to read a book and pretend that this is how life should be.
° tell me why