I have a feeling that this is gonna be a pretty lengthy entry, but here goes.
If you have a choice, would you rather live in the town area where you are just seconds away from the buzz of the crowd and branded stores, or would you rather make a quiet retreat into a serene countryside townhouse and is still probably 15-20 minutes away from town?
I opt for the latter. That is because, I HAVE FOUND MY IDEAL LIVING LOCATION! THAT PLACE IS THE "SIXTH AVENUE"! I mean, fuck, just look at the name of the street, doesn't it already gives you the New York-ish vibe? I will take a normal decent-looking-enough-house that is located at Sixth Avenue over my current marble-tiled, marble-walled, bathroom+living room and marble kitchen top condo that is situated at Harbourfront anytime! Just like I would go for a not bad-looking Japanese guy over a super good-looking caucasian any fucking day. It's so much cooler to have "25 Sixth Avenue" as your address rather than "68 Telok Blangah Road", no?
Gawd, it seems so long ago since I last lived in a landed property. That was back when I was 12 or 13 and I had to move cos my brother claimed that that house was haunted, and that freaked my mum out, and also, someone offered a good price for the house.
So anyway, I was on my way to the Macs at King Albert's Park to meet Mony and the rest and the cab driver decided to go there via Sixth Avenue, and I was in awe of that place! It is so FUCKING conducive for living and I had a deja vu, like I been there before. So anyway, that place was loaded with townhouses and landed properties and if you know what Privet Drive(Harry Potter) looks like, well, that's almost what Sixth Avenue looks like. Peaceful and quiet with lush green forest clearings, just like Feralas(WoW).
I can imagine myself jogging to the pink of health along the foot paths, passing by young caucasian kids who are playing at the playground and resisting the urge to kick them in the face, because yes, I fucking HATE kids! And then when I am exhausted, I would rest on a nearby bench, staring into the horizon beyond the clearings and watch the sun set as dusk gives way to the night. Or maybe, while I'm running, it will start to drizzle gently though he sun is still shining, and a rainbow would materialise near the end of the vaulted sky. And I would fight my way through the nettles and tall grasses trying to reach the legendary pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Fuck, I am getting sucked into my own dream. Dad told me that the properties at Sixth Avenue are slightly more expensive than properties in my area(and I am not surprised, because beautiful environment pwns houses in the town area). So, I went to check up the price on the net. and holla, the prices range from 2.5million to 12 million, and my dad bought my current house for 1.5million! So much for "slightly more expensive", its ALOT more expensive! So can a rich and not bad-looking Japanese guy please come and marry me and buy me a house there, please?
Are my description still not convincing enough? Fine, let the pictures do the talking.
I hope that I will have a dream of myself shitting in a toilet of ahouse located at Sixth Avenue tonight. Wish me luck~
So, my parents took me to the Telok Blangah Hill Park which is a 10 mins walk from my house, and damn, it has a good scenery.
And yesyes, my house is just opposite the gateway to Sentosa.
Lastly, because I am a random God who is worshiped by random people, I shall post a random pretty picture of Singapore's skyline on my random blog in this random entry.
Take care people. All best to Mony and Ninny and Mok and blah, whoever I know and are in NP Mass Communication for their upcoming exams.
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Keita appeared in my room at
11:34 PM
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