Exactly a week has passed since I left my house in Tampines. Honestly I miss waiting for 291 taht'll take me to Tampines Interchange, while watching the NASS students go about their daily school routines. I miss the late night walks to Tampines Mart to grab a cold Pokka Milk Coffee drink and just strolling along the jogging track at 2am, pondering and enjoying the majestic sight of a deserted road lighted up by a row of street lamps just by the T-Junction between St 33 and St 32.

Ever since coming back from my 8 year of migration to Indonesia, I've resided in Tampines throughout my NS period. Even before moving to Jakarta, I've been staying in Tampines. I'm most definitely an east-sider. I swear I miss every single bit of the thought of heading back to Tampines after a whole day of activities. I know that no matter where I am around Tampines, I know I'm home.

Not only just Tampines though, I've grown to love Singapore for who she really is and have accepted her flaws with open arms. I really hate the whole idea of moving here, there and everywhere. My family gets it, the got the idea pretty clear - I despise JB.

It's nothing personal when it comes to JB. Just that I don't want to have to "get used" to a whole other lifestyle to fit my current lifestyle. (if that makes sense). For example, travelling time for work - I have to wake up extra early for work, and will reach home even later after work. I truly hate having morning shoots the day after I finish a late night shoot. In Singapore I know that I would at least achieve a minimum of 3.5 hours of shut eye.

Now? I get around 1.5hours. Might as well don't sleep at all. I get to sleep in the car during the traffic jams and stuff. But we all know that having to be disturbed between getting into the car, getting out of the car, the journey to the bedroom and getting comfortable again will only result in being lethargic.

My parents have given up on their reportorial "Give (new location) a chance" speech because they know that I know they're just going to say the same thing. I really wish I could blame all these movings on my parents, but I can never seem to do that. It's not that they wanted it too in the first place (well maybe abit). They just need to learn that just because I'm agreeing to their decisions, doesn't mean I have to be totally euphoric about it.

I've made my actions clear by not even trying to converse with them when we're at the condo apartment, or even seeming eager to get into bed after work. I would head to the balcony straight, light up a cigarette, and keep asking myself "When the fuck will I be able to go somewhere I feel like it's my own?"

The only positive side to this condo apartment is that 7-11 is right downstairs and I can still have my Pokka Milk Coffee... But it's not the same..

Would you like to leave a comment? 0 Comments