It makes me laugh. Every single time I type an email out to D and my Godmother SH, I always imagine their amused giggles in response to what I am writing and I have to laugh to release some of that self-contained laughter.
It might be kind of weird to hear this but I hold D and SH a little dear to my heart. Thoroughly unexplainable and completely irrational but facts are often stranger than fiction.
With the bouncing emails discussing things that we will do when I am back, I am more than a little apprehensive as to as how I will be spending my time in Singapore. I hate doing nothing; inertia has never managed to please me much. And there are limits to how much you can do with working class friends.
I guess the only person I know who will be free is my younger sister, being in secondary school and all has its perks. Then again, she will be engaging in ‘intellectual conditioning’ due to school commitments that spill over.
So maybe I can be a driver. Fetching random family members and friends all over the tiny islands to their outside commitments while I remain transportation-ally committed to their commitments to outside commitments?
No way. This is far too mind-boggling. I think I need to put myself up for baby-sitting to allow myself entertainment in the form of torturing others.
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