Thoughts

Everytime I come back to the motherland, I feel a little less connected to it than the last time I was here. Is it because I'm slowly unrooting myself from this country? I used to be so used to taking train rides cramped with people, lining up for everything, and well the hot weather, and the bad service. Whatever happened to that? I find myself swearing to myself on the train ride home today, because everyone was packed like sardines in the train carriages and there was no space to even breathe.

In recent years, it has dawned upon me that Singapore is a great city to visit, not to work in. My sisters work so hard, and it's rare for them to knock off before 8. In Europe, they would shoo people out of the company, or go for a company drink at the local pub after 5. Why are Singaporeans so overworked and underpaid? I see tired and unhappy faces everywhere I turn in the early evening around knockoff time. I don't want to be another unhappy and weary face in the crowd......

The days of this week is flying by. I don't want this week to come to an end.

Wed night. Darn, I should be out drinking free booze.