I just renewed this domain name for another three years. Looks like this is going to be here a while. So much for wanting to quit blogging.

You don't care. I know.

I'm not inspired to blog because I'm not inspired. Too much negativity one after another here will make you disillusioned to think everything is going badly. It isn't. I just have no one else to vent to - but into this black hole called the internet.

I'm a whinger. That was said to me by my boss at work and it hurt, a lot. Even if it was delivered as a typical scathing Aussie banter. Only because I'm emotionally vulnerable in one of those erratic adjustment phase right now. I loathe it.

I don't belong. Feels like. Any where.

Does anyone even listen?

Lee says I talk in my sleep. Often enough for him to point it out. He thinks I speak in Malay in my sleep! I don't even think in that language. A colleague of his, who's also a close friend of mine, was also told by her husband that she talks in her sleep. But she definitely speaks her mother tongue, German. We're both similarly in our migrant backgrounds. Makes me wonder if it's because we're desolate and don't have anyone else to talk to about how we feel in our new lives.

I want to be alone. But I don't.

Why do people have children? Why do you have children? Does it matter? The older I get, the less I want one. Thank God I live far away from that nagging culture of those who insist on perpetuating the chronological list of life.

Why are you here? I wish I wasn't.

Too much space makes you deranged.