Me, Myself and I

A few weeks ago I wrote an entry about the caucasian couple that I was eavesdropping on during my bus ride to work.

Yesterday I encountered the guy again. No more American lady.

Although the impression their conversations gave me was that the bad-accent guy was just pestering the girl, I still felt bad that there he was all alone. But I noticed that for every stop he would look at the new batch of people coming in, like he was looking for another companion. Then a few stops away, another caucasian guy got in the bus. Apparently they knew each other. If they met during a bus ride, I don't know. Bad-accent guy was offering the seat beside him to geek-looking guy. Mr. Geek declined. It was Mr. Bad-Accent who did most of the talking. I didn't bother listening anymore. His accent was starting to get to me.

A couple of times later Mr. Bad Accent offering the seat next to him but Mr. Geek still refused.

I don't know what's up with Mr. Bad Accent that he seems so desperate to have a companion.

It's true what I tell most of the people I talk to... to survive Singapore, you should bring out the loner in you.

so this is how it is

The last few weeks have been hell.

Maybe the next ones would be too.

It's tough being faced with a situation wherein your decision could be life-altering. It doesn't even compare to the point almost two years ago when I decided to come here to work. Because in that case the opportunity was offered to me in what seemed like a silver platter. All I had to do was say yes or no. Obviously it was the former and here I am.

Now it's not a simple yes or no anymore. There are so much factors involved that one day you're confident about what actions you should take then doubt it another day.

I can't blame it all on the biyatch who triggered all this. I guess there are the likes of her everywhere. It's just those obstacles I need to learn how to handle. And a time to assess if I am satisfied with what I am doing. To see if it's all worth it.

I know I'm being evasive. Hopefully in the next weeks it would all clear up and could write all about it.

It's only 9:30pm.

My body yearns to sleep as I am tired from all of today's stress.

But sleeping would just make tomorrow come too soon.