My world is split in two. Perhaps three parts.
There’s my Malaysian world, my Singapore world and of course, Phy’s Hole.
The things that happen in each of my worlds are entirely different from each other.
My Malaysian World
Where work and play meld into one.
Where I smile alot and am contented.
Where I can sit back and not worry too much sometimes.
Where I get annoyed at testosterones staring at me and the other spectrum checking my shoes out.
Where I am content to cook up a storm in peace and quiet and even do some household chores.
My Singapore World
Where my stress levels rocket.
Where everyone wants to have a piece of me.
Where I feel like a rubberband being stretched in all directions.
Where I so often feel like pulling my hair from its roots.
Where I so often want to run away from, dig a hole and hope no one finds me.
Phy’s Hole
My labyrinth of peace and quiet.
Where I go to hide from everyone.
Where I become a hermit.
It’s scary the world I live in. It’s scary what I make of me.
It scares the hell outta me that I am comfortable anywhere in the world and my home doesn’t feel like home.
It freaks me out sometimes when I see it as “No place feels like home.” Yet I smile a little smile when I see it as “Everywhere is home.”
It scares me to know I am cold and selfish. Yet I strongly believe in the “Those who truly love and care for me will be happy when I’m happy” and I go about my life with that clutched tightly in my hands.
That’s all me, phy.
