another weekend at home...

pardon the sudden constant thought about being sick of this place. methinks i was never meant to live here for too long... i get angsty and tired of everything. sigh... 

had a mini conversation yesterday with a captain. he was leaving for flight and i asked where he was going. i initiated conversation coz i just felt like... speaking the lingo again... and how often do singaporeans initiate conversations anyways.. so there i was, chatting with him about what flights he'll be doing next, ended of with him wishing me a good evening, and me wishing him a good flight. 

gawd i miss it! i mean, it's nothing big, just plain politeness and hardly anything fake about it. 

brings me back to.. singaporeans are just too absorbed to bother about things like that. i always tell friends who ask who are the most difficult passengers.. guess who's on the top of my list? how can service standards here be good when there is no show of appreciation for it anyways? like, why bother to be nice... nobody bothers...

so yes... i miss going and living overseas, i miss meeting people, i miss being friendly and the friendliness being reciprocated. 

maybe i should be in some other line... i'm not that big of a fashion/beauty/media person to begin with... maybe that's why i'm feeling so fake. 

ah well... i'm having an MJ saturday afternoon!! "i want you back!!!"