Walking.

I'm on the train, as we speak.

The sound of the train whisking by is making me sleepy. My eyes are getting droopy, even more so by the minute, and I can't wait to get home.

But I feel like buying green apples first. Thank God for the 24/7 Shop n Save.

Last week I had no weekends. This coming week it'll be the same. Gwen, who randomly dreamt of me, was talking to me on whatsapp, and she asked," So are you happy at your job?"

"I dunno. Just do lor." I said.

Right now, I've no idea where these will take me. And I know I'm the kind you can call 'stupid', who is willing to help at no benefits. Yup, I'm the kind who'll drive you all the way home from one corner of Singapore to the other without question.

Sometimes, I do wonder if I'm worth more than what I'm doing now.

But as Felily said, I'm immovable. So I'll just, as your tee shirt/badge/handbag says, keep calm and carry on.

I'm now walking to buy green apples. Just cos it'll make me a wee bit happier. Smiley face. :)

And then I walked out of the supermarket with cheap ice cream, ice lemon green tea and my green apples. Gonna get myself fat, and I don't really care.

Walked past the Ben and Jerry's section, which I stared at for a while, then told myself,"Let's go." I can't afford luxury these days as I count down to Hong Kong/Bali, and I don't want to be reminded that my past only exist as a memory.

Now I'm walking home. Something new, to be typing and walking, not to mention carrying a 5kg crumpler and a bag of apples, ice cream and drinks. It's nice. To be away from the ipod for a while and hear the city which is still very much awake.

Alright, I'm almost home. What do I realise out of this walk home? Life's not a sprint, and mine's certainly not a marathon.

It's a bloody odyssey.