Trent Says

and I’m not wrong. A lot has happened lately which I’m not proud of, and it’ll take a lot of digging to get myself out. Suffice to say, I’m going back to college in two weeks. Wish me luck and women.

only served to reinforce my decision to move out of my parent's place.

It's been a month since I've moved out and I have to say that I'm in peace. The guy's stopped by to play after we celebrated Chiam's promotion over dinner. It was great to have the five of us together. Now I'm working on making that number increase. I  met a bevy of lovely ladies at Uncle Patrick's New Year bash and I'll say that I'm really interested. Claire seems to be somewhat interested in going climbing so we'll try after her exams are over.

Windows 7 is hot, by the way.

then tread it I will.

Could it get any worse? A falling out with father after some rather emotionally crushing news not long before. I’ve decided to leave Singapore in the morning and move out before they get back. For people who don’t like the idea of me moving out, they certainly know how to make me feel unwelcome.

Time to move on.

of my holiday trip to Singapore.

Dinner last night was fantastic. We went to this I-actually-forgot-the-name Thai/Indonesian restaurant at Arab street and the food was great. I’ll find out the name and post it up later.

On Christmas day, we hit Carrefour in Plaza Singapura and it was hilarious. I caught Sam looking at tampons and told her, “There aren’t any new flavours here.”

But they had onions bigger than Sam’s fist! And I picked up six boxes of Marks and Spencer Redcurrant Puffs! Sitting at Capitalist D’s and have to go. Talk more much later.

that I don’t really exist in this house.

There has been no indication in the most of this home that there is a son. I remember there being drawn portraits of my elder sisters; Shawn has a graduation photo in the display cabinet; Sam has some of the craft she made as a kid put in there, too. All the trinkets in the display cabinets contain memories of trips I never went for.

Short of Skywarp, there is nothing in the living room or in most of the house that I have any fond memories of. Given that, Skywarp is just a toy. No photos of me being put anywhere save for the one in Father’s clinic. I don’t see anything of Mae in the house. I don’t see anything of myself in the house. It’s like the failed children don’t merit a place in this house. We don’t even have a family portrait.

It makes me sad…

That I only exist when I open my mouth.
Even so, I am rarely heard.
Otherwise, I am somebody almost nobody would call just to talk.
Everyone should have someone to weep for them. If that is the case, perhaps I shall weep for my friends, and I shall weep for myself.