and we dream.

ever wondered why over the centuries people have always tried to find a piece of this dream? first came the pilgrims and Columbus, followed by the settlers. later came the slaves and the immigrants. black white yellow and brown - all came to find a place where they could build a future.

friend: " i will have a lofty apartment overlooking the city, then every night we can sit on the balcony in the chilly Atlantic wind sipping on bourbon, watching my smoke spin and drift away, with the whole New York skyline in front of us. "

the American dream.

i'm bored of everything Singapore has to offer. bored of orchard road and its never ending row of shops which i can never buy anything from... for now. Ermengildo Zegna, Prada, Armani Exchange, Calvin Klein when will thee be affordable for me? bored of the lan shops from paradiz to far east to ginza. bored of al-azhar, KAP, killeny's and all food Singaporean. when this ship sails it'll be a very long while before it returns...and i'll miss the only stuff i'll never be bored of: all the people whom i have grown up with and left their imprint on my life, no matter how small or how big it has been.
but to start a fresh, to build a dream, to build a future; it can't be avoided. no one ever said its going to be easy, but that makes it sweeter at the end. maybe then, i won't be bored anymore.