Dave Fisherman's Rubbish Bin

today is friday. everyone in office is so blardy happy cos the weekend is here! They can go home catch their sleep, meet their friends, family dinner, family outings, do nothing.

to me, I feel neutral + a bit sad.

At first when I came, still ok, got alot of place to go, alot of energy to play. although now, still got alot of place left uncovered in taipei. but I'm too lethargic to go and wanna save up my pathetic allowance and sort of sian of going out with the same people (not saying they're lousy, I'm the lousy one! But, I just need variety la!).

Whenever I think of the weekend now, I'll remember my singaporean life, which is to book out (from camp/ hall 15) and go home to the lovely world of my family, meet friends to watch LIVE EPL, lim kopi, eat zhi char, talk cock with kopi kia at Changi V kopitiam.

now, I don't go home, its too far and expensive. I return to my hostel. Go back surf net, chat online, watch TV and sleep. nothing exciting to look forward to.

Weekends are getting meaningless.

Maybe I'm jus too negative...
Maybe I'm just home sick.

Listening to Michel Buble's home made it worst!