So here I am, working my ass off and I'm about to blow up. I need to talk to someone but i do not want to transfer the negative energy, so suck it... Bloggity. (yeah, I'm calling you that from now on). Bleh!!!
It's been almost 3 years (22 days to go) since i got here in Singapore. I miss my parents. I miss my dog. I miss my childhood friends (I don't have that many, I've got 2, not bad eh?). I miss the farm, the cool freakishly clean river, the beach, the mountains, everything. I miss everything. I have gone home 3 times for about a week each and it's never enough. Every time I go home, I have the strangest feeling of not wanting to come back. And today, I have been digitally surfing the internet for cheapo plane tickets, I'm not even sure why.
Reality check: I need to work to support my (senior status) parents and my future.
Sometimes, I tend to forget this reality check, and worse... I remember but I just couldn't handle it anymore. It's a good thing coffee, cigarettes, chocolates, longboarding and xbox games make me sane. I can not live without these out of sight. But sometimes, these aren't just enough. I wan't to go home for good. I have already accepted that my parents don't have that much time... So I am going home soon and build a skate shop. That way, I'll be enjoying while working. This is the best idea I've ever had. I'll be with my parents and I should be able to support them. So help me G.
Enough talking, I have to get back to work. TTYL.
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