that house holds a fascination for me. i keep going back to it, building up civilisation from scratch, transposing my being upon that new-found sanctuary - that screen away from claustrophobia when it sets in outside. Untouched as yet by common dwellers (and i do hope they take their time) and looking down towards the intersection of Frankel Ave and Kembangan Rd as well as beyond the horizon, the specks of multiple high-storey houses against the East Coast horizon, i feel like a Queen of sorts - a Queen of the 14th storey, a Queen of the Untouched Eden.

as soon as my parents install the lights in my room, ill occasionally move in first - temporary tatami mats in place as substitute for beds, reading lamps to do work, clothes to stay clean in. what's missing - a working non-infected computer to rush those essays, a window screen/curtain to hide away from roving eyes, lights in the washroom to bathe anytime of the day, food glorious food. but other than that, living should be at its subsistent level, seeing that i dont need much to keep me happy and Queen-ly.

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On Desperate Housewives

EPILOGUE

people are complicated - on one hand, able to perform great acts of charity and on the other, capable of the most underhanded acts of betrayal. it is a constant battle in us between the angels of our nature and the temptations of the greater darkness.

(somewhere along that line of thought, not quite word-for-word but true in its essence)