Remember the gardensbythebay saga? Now it is the kitefestival again. At the same marina bay. I think there's something very wrong with me and this place. I'm always pissed off when I'm here. More like I'm always pissed off whenever and wherever. When the weather is too hot, where the people are too many, when I have better things to do, where the home is more comfortable.
And so, over dinner, the sister is saying that oh, her company wants to send her to india/china so that she can go up the career ladder, but no, she doesn't want to. Because she wants to stay here, with her family, with us, and piss me off. And oh, she is so goood because not everybody can be an expat. Because an expat's expense is 3 times the normal pay, but oh, it's okay. She doesn't need it. She wants to stay at home.
So, she will pay for the dinner today. I will not take out my wallet since I am only a pathetic worker, who is stuck here forever, with no job opportunity, no future, and so, no money. Good for you, my sister. I am happy for you. But do not limit my choice. Do not control me. I have my own life. And do not make us follow you. I don't want to. But yea, go forth. Chase your sun. I'll chase my own.
And so, this week is pretty eventful. I've gone to eat some crabs, learnt how to make some coffee (maybe not too professionally), raised my voice over a stupid bowling thing, slept little and as a consequence dosed myself with a lot of caffeine.
To a better september ahead!
And, I'm looking to get myself a bb bold! Now I need to look for bb bold covers on amazon! Yay.
//the possibility of the impossible
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