i miss the days when my face would look all puffy from too much sleep, and that clueless feeling of what i would want to do with my life.

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now that i know, its come to a standstill. if you read my earlier posts on my earlier blogs, i mentioned once that i fear the time when i finally know what i want to do, and get bored of it afterwards.

i kind of stamped a little spot for myself in singapore now, but at times, i feel i want to leave for another country. life is so short. i dream of being a writer, travel to secluded resorts, sit under a tree with my laptop, and write away.

dream on, i tell myself.

i'm stuck in a depressing office (i can't see my colleagues. the files pile up so high, i feel its reaching the skies faster than the speed of light). i waste 9 hours a day, 5 days a week, working for someone else's benefit. so what if i get that increment? i'll live to my dying day, realising i worked hard for material advantages. there's no satisfaction working in an office. i guess thats why the bus is packed with people on the verge of killing each other.

i guess i managed to get that thought off my head for about a week, until raj came along. born and bred in the uk, he decided he should wander off for a trip around the world (or rather, a quarter of the world) before he starts uni.. alone. and i try not to think of 'losing it' in this country, yet again, he would tell me stories of different realms, the good stuff... and he has this habit of indulging in his own experiences, especially when i'm in the midst of drafting out affidavits in the office.

i'd turn to him, and smile. and respond, just for the sake of having a decent conversation. but in my head, it really is 'ok. u can stop now. erm, maybe shutting up would help. RAJ! i might have to lock you in the wine cellar if you carry on.'

but it does, in a way, colour up the life in the office. the more he talks, the more i dream, the more my mind wanders, and the faster time flies.

THANKS!!!