Whatever

Listening to Star's Your Ex Lover Is Dead on my iPod, sitting on the hard bus seat waiting for Toa Payoh to arrive. Family. Parents. They aren't on talking terms. With me or with each other.

It's quite pathetic really. I'd like to whine - but what good will it do?

Just listening to Stars above the quibble of the parents, the droning engine. It should be bliss enough...

At least, I got The Wombats on CD at home waiting for me.