Originally posted by leungchunghong:
Airports and plane rides. They're tolerable when you're on your way
to a great part of the world. I've tolerated 14 hour and 8 hour flights to Tokyo and
Paris, respectively. But, when the time comes to fly home,
they are just a pain in the ass. You're not going to a place you
love. You're going HOME - the place you DON'T WANT TO BE.
Whenever I arrive back to my hometown Singapore, I become depressed
for about a month. After experiencing greener pastures, Singapore
seems so...boring, lame, and just plain underdeveloped. I feel as
if I've been cheated for living here. I feel as though I've been
using a top of the line Alienware computer, it breaking, and having
to use a shitty E-machine. That metaphor pretty much sums up my
feelings of returning to Singapore.
is it normal?
do you know how to use the word "respectively"?
