Like D, Boonsiong and others in my life whom have been reading my unhappiness through my words, there isn't a specific explanation for them. I do not wear troubles on my face, I do not like to talk much about them (in reality). However it has came to me more easily to express them through my writing or online conversation, it has made people whom have never met me to deduce I'm bounded by negativity.
I am a sensitive person by nature, no doubt. But I'm not unhappy.
I am intolerant towards people who lack a zest for life, people whom live life through arguments, people who hide like hermits, people whom constantly hope for money (yet no balls to work for it), people who can't appreciate kinship, people whom complain way too much (fuck your life) and do nothing about it, people who assume their nationality gives them superiority over the others, people whom give empty promises (I hate these the most).
If you ask me a reason why I get so paranoid, accusing and often too critical (these days), its because I have met enough of those types of people I mentioned above. I get highly cautious of new friends, because I'm not willingly to accept their faults. I'm learning, learning to be more forgivable... less antagonistic.
Sometimes, I'm tired of Singaporeans, of the men in my life, of things going on at home, of the warm weather, of the "kiasu" & "kiasee" local spirit, of listening to the others' fat hope of "If I strike toto, I will....", of hearing execssive grumbles on life/work/money... I guess I'll be much better off living a routine life away from all these.
I need a new life, all by myself.
