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Saturday, June 18, 2005

Hitchhiker's Guide to Planet Earth

Sometimes I get this odd feeling that I don't belong to this planet. Maybe I hail from some planet called Ziggymubuwiggy and I crash landed on Earth in a meteorite shower. How else would anyone explain my obvious detachment from the normal lifestyles of people around me? My opinion of a favorite pastime would be to curl up with pen and paper and write poems. Ok, serious. Recently I've had an affinity with writing poems. No particular reason at all. Just felt like exercising my so-called literary prowess, which isn't much to begin with. But if I were to choose between spending a day in town shopping or just lying on my bed with a book, I'd choose the latter. Maybe I have a half-hidden desire to engage in literary pursuits. Or maybe I'm actually from another century, or millenium, and I accidentally stepped into a time portal which teleported me to the present. Maybe during my time, there wasn't a 'town' for people to hang out in so females spend their time sewing in their rooms. That probably explains why I have a whole box of cross-stitch stuff, threads, needles, sewing kits, and this half-completed tapestry thingy that is sitting in my cupboard, and how I can spend a whole day sewing phone pouches from scratch and not feel bored. If ever anyone asks me to describe, in my opinion, a perfect day, I would say it comprises of reading, sewing, doing crossword puzzles, baking (but I hate the cleaning up part), or cooking (hate the cleaning up part again). I am such an 18th century female.

People ask me why I don't club. Well, simple reason: I don't like it. Yeah, I know I haven't tried, but I just know that clubbing isn't my cup of tea. I mean, what's so fun about squeezing in a dark, smokey, crowded, and smelly room with irritating music and sweaty gyrating people all over the dance floor? And I hate the taste of alcohol. And then by the time I'm done, there won't be any public transportation left so I have to take a cab home. So what's the point of clubbing? Waste of time and money. I'd much rather spend the time at home doing something constructive. Maybe I'm just domesticated. Hahaha.

I was out with my cell earlier on, and they decided to take a walk through town after dinner, so I was like "Ok guys, this is where I get off. Cya!" Town just isn't for me anymore. Orchard just kindda lost it's appeal on me. Yeah, when I was 15 and 16, Orchard was like the hippest place in Singapore. Not anymore. I mean, I'm already pushing 21! I've seen more than 10 years of Orchard Road. Shouldn't anyone get sick of it? I most definitely am. To be honest, I'm getting tired of Singapore. It's too small. There really isn't anything much to do. I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!! Go to Scotland or something and explore old castle ruins. Now THAT'S an interesting pastime. Or maybe I should consider flying back to my planet and living the rest of my life with my fellow Ziggymubuwiggians. At least it's a change of environment.

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