We decided to check out KSL City Mall yesterday evening. I'd seen the signboard many, many times but I didn't know where the place was exactly. I figured it wouldn't be that hard to find it.
So we set off.
So we set off.
At five.
Only to reach at almost seven.
Instead of taking a left at the first traffic light, I went straight all the way. Ended up reaching Sentosa Mall. Called a friend and asked for directions. Took one long ass detour. Passed the bus station in town centre, passed so many other places and only when we had gone past Thistle, did I get my bearings right again.
Went back to the same traffic light where the signboard was, took the turn, then stopped at a car wash and asked this one guy (who so happened to be a Bangladeshi) how to get there. And we got there.
After nearly two whole hours.
But it was worth it, I think.
So many little shops in KSL selling food and trinkets and what-nots. Pretty interesting if you take the time to walk around and see what they have.
Stuffed ourselves with Subway, continued walking and then by nine thirty or so we left for JB town.
Snapped picture after picture, shamelessly, for remembrance.
No idea when we'll be doing something like this again, what with all our assignments and tests either pending or coming up real soon.
But yesterday was fun.
It's friends like these, aside from family, who make life worth living.
This past week has been emotionally exhausting. Everyone seems to be watching me. People at uni, people on Facebook. Everywhere. Somehow someone seems to be watching. And it's so...unnerving man. I have to be so bloody careful with the choices and decisions I make. I have to think a thousand and one times about the repercussions of one feeble act.
But there are times when I get so tired of having to think about all this and though I know what I do is wrong, I do it anyway. I can't take it sometimes. I can't be myself knowing that there are people out there watching my every move.
It's scary. It's tiring. And it simply doesn't give me any peace of mind at all.
It's scary. It's tiring. And it simply doesn't give me any peace of mind at all.
It's no fun having to be on the sidewalk your whole life and not being able to get to the other side of the street.
But sometimes you just have to suck it up and deal with it.
DEAL WITH IT, I SAY.
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