the perils and obligations from being part of a social circle - furtive glances, a shared grief and unspoken (not-so) secretive web of intricately spun scandals and gossips and undeniably, i'm a monger; unfortunately. living under constant scrutiny of these so-called friends leaves no room for mistakes or wrong decisions. whisperings arouse suspicions, unexcusable events require you to 'show face', patronising smiles and conversations and unavoidable social intercourse; drains the soul perpetually.

i had enough.

after the semester ends, trump's leaving, kelly's leaving, weizhi and jodie are leaving. the thought scares me. i'm moving back to the city, bunking in with mich at a rather posh soho studio apartment sans privacy; wondering the possibilty of being unpolarized by the same absinthe-151 circle in such neighbourly proximity.

moving also means i've to draw up a "furniture for sale" list, (2 years and so much barang!) furniture, cookery, utensils, beddings inherited from people who inherited, who inherited from people. and for once, i would like to decline a share in inheritance unless it's monetary. hah.

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maybe if they weren't so public with their sordid affairs with mary palmer and her five friends.