Cuckoo Day/Anzac Day (Australia)/Holocaust Remembrance Day/Anzac Day (New Zealand)/Zucchini Bread Day
2006-04-25 @ 9:46 p.m.

Voice procedure tests yesterday went fine, which is to say I screwed up the parts that almost everyone else screwed up. Also finished reading The Zahir yesterday, which left me inspired to pursue my dreams but also convinced that Singapore isn't the right place to be in order to do that. From Monday to Friday, I feel myself to be oppressed, suppressed, repressed. It is scant consolation to think of a vague future that has yet to unveil any promises of happiness, however fleeting. Is this then what growing up means, trading your ideals for practical realities? That sounds awfully like something I've read somewhere. Think me not a hypocrite, though I would gladly and readily sign away six years of my life for the chance to live three or four on foreign soil.