Thoughts

[home-cooked fries] – V’s Flickr, 26th Mar ‘07

How would you take it if your other half tells you he never had a girlfriend before, and later on you learned that it wasn’t the case at all? I’m not sure about you, but if my girl did that I would definitely kick that fcuking liar right out into outer space, goodbye relationship and all. V agrees on the same thing too heh heh. Food for thought.

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Sometimes I sit and stare when I’m on the train home, watching the scenery go by. The ears entertained by music from the mobile, and my brain free to contemplate. I’m really glad I had this opportunity to come over and see this part of the world, and have a fresh start to our lives together. Everything that’s happening back home seems somehow insulated and so far away right now, the distance placing a vast gap between our realities. Reality here consists of sleep-inducing lectures, assignments, cooking, grocery shopping, and all the bits and pieces between V and me at home.

Yup, I suppose I can call this home now; home is wherever V and I happen to be.

And living together with another person 24/7 is the ultimate test of your relationship I suppose; can you really stand living with your significant other everyday? And the best thing about this is that there’s no way you can get pissed, run home and fume in silence or something, the way everyone does back home. Living in the same house means unhappy stuff have to be talked out, and worked out. I had always thought that living together would be no big deal, since we had travelled together. Boy was I wrong. (And we’ll end it here with no further details.)

I often hear of newcomers who’re homesick and such, but somehow I don’t feel that way at all. There’s no urge for the wanton mee I like so much or the roti prata breakfasts I have with my mother. I do wish for coffee sessions with my pals of course, but that want is kinda muted, kinda like the way a mosquito bites you but your brain simply ignores the itch. And yes, how can I forget basketball? I haven’t played for months, and I’ve just played last Wednesday, whew are the basketball rims high or what? Fcuks.

But being here somehow feels right; there’s no feeling of transition at all.

Perhaps my mind had already decided long ago that home was not really home.

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Interesting Thai facial foam advert series, recommended by Ed.

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