And here I am, in Melbourne Australia, going on roadtrips and far off places, feeling all smug when I think about my poor darlings stuck on tiny little Singapore (and some dying to get off it) where one end meets the other in a brief 45min drive. I shld be punished for scoffing in the dark.

Because compared to someone living in Geneva with her caucasian husband whose mum has a to-die-for garden. And taking roadtrips in Italy. Flying to London occasionally, and enjoying sights of yards of grass as far as the eye can reach. Not to mention, having the option of settling down in any random cosy little cafe that has windows laced with potted flowers, and bask under the candescent sunrays with the light cool breeze brushing through her hair whilst drinking hot coffee without worrying about sweating like a pig after. Ok, wait, I could do the coffee bit, but everything else ... Le sigh. The life. And the mysterious 'she' featured here happens to be one of my friends/acquaintances from back in poly. No, it wasn't a shotgun. Contrary to common belief, young people are actually capable of commitment.

This is a classic case of 'the grass is always greener on a mountain a thousand miles away'. I wanna tour London too. And Italy. And France. And China. And Japan. And the States. And Korea. And Venice. And Rome. And New Zealand. And and and and!!! One shld practice the art of being satisfied with what one has, or in this case, with where one is.

To make up for my lacking travel experiences, I shall make a date with Salvador Dali next weekend and pretend that I'm moseying through the aisles of the Dali museum in Spain. Imagination will have to do for now.