New house

One month ago, I intended to find a house which is near Raffle and live alone. However, I dreamed again.

Actually my new house is nice, bloody nice, and those friends who will stay with me are amiable, but it's still far from Raffle and I still don't have a single room.
I have to comfort myself by low-class excuse: nothing is perfect in the world.

The house in Singapore is fucking expensive. The one we will stay in is worth about 1 million dollars.
There is no date for me to buy an own one. It makes me feel despairing and I am puny.
Actually, I don't mind whether I have a house or a car at all, I just want to get the things I want.
That feeling that cannot a thing forever is really bad!

It's bloody boring in recently.
The best time last week is swimming with Shaun on Thursday. Like letting the sunlight burn my skin and sliding from high place into water!
The fade and common living has made me irritated - I figure on spending 1000 bucks for shopping after getting salary this month!

When seated in MRT on my way home yesterday, I sensed I indeed should make some change on myself......