the hard truth that I've found after cleaning up my wardrobe..
1. there's a small chance that I'll stay in Indo more than 3 weeks for the next 3 years. Most of my clothes are not used, the white ones changed colors already, and the wardrobe is just too full for short-term stay.
2. I've grown up. Those shirts that are still nice but with too much Mickey Mouse or Tweety or Bobo (a child magazine icon) are just not for me anymore.
3. I've gained weight. Hahaha. Many are too tight and look ugly when I wore them.
sigh!!!
As much as I want to have adventures, I want to have a home. Proper home. To settle down. Whatever it means. Last night I dreamed that I got the job to be therapist!! Hahaha. The salary was Rp 700,000 (SGD 100), but I was so happy in my dream coz I could work even in my final semester. Every time I go to IKEA (hardware and interior shops, like ACE Hardware in Indo), I'm looking forward to having my own house. Sometimes I wonder whether having messy room 'is-in-my-blood' hahaha coz that is what happens in our house :P Messy house, messy room even though I'm not staying in my room for 8 months (my room is just another storage when I'm away), but I do love my home. It's a HOME, not only a house.
At the same time, I don't know how it feels to stay at home more than 2 weeks. The last time I did it was in my first year first semester. I'm just worried it'll be too frustrating coz I depend on LOTS of people. I feel restricted!!
I know it's a childish complain, but I hate it when:
1. my parents forget that I'm a final year student, that I'm going to work REAL SOON
(provided I get a job SOON)
2. consciously or unconsciously, I'm part of the middle class people who sits at the backseat and looks at the people around me through the car window.
3. I have to admit, that I love the comfort that Singapore has provided for me. The comfort that makes me have the 'freedom' and when I am in Singapore, I also love the protection that my parents give me.
I feel that I'm nowhere....I'm trapped..
1. there's a small chance that I'll stay in Indo more than 3 weeks for the next 3 years. Most of my clothes are not used, the white ones changed colors already, and the wardrobe is just too full for short-term stay.
2. I've grown up. Those shirts that are still nice but with too much Mickey Mouse or Tweety or Bobo (a child magazine icon) are just not for me anymore.
3. I've gained weight. Hahaha. Many are too tight and look ugly when I wore them.
sigh!!!
As much as I want to have adventures, I want to have a home. Proper home. To settle down. Whatever it means. Last night I dreamed that I got the job to be therapist!! Hahaha. The salary was Rp 700,000 (SGD 100), but I was so happy in my dream coz I could work even in my final semester. Every time I go to IKEA (hardware and interior shops, like ACE Hardware in Indo), I'm looking forward to having my own house. Sometimes I wonder whether having messy room 'is-in-my-blood' hahaha coz that is what happens in our house :P Messy house, messy room even though I'm not staying in my room for 8 months (my room is just another storage when I'm away), but I do love my home. It's a HOME, not only a house.
At the same time, I don't know how it feels to stay at home more than 2 weeks. The last time I did it was in my first year first semester. I'm just worried it'll be too frustrating coz I depend on LOTS of people. I feel restricted!!
I know it's a childish complain, but I hate it when:
1. my parents forget that I'm a final year student, that I'm going to work REAL SOON
(provided I get a job SOON)
2. consciously or unconsciously, I'm part of the middle class people who sits at the backseat and looks at the people around me through the car window.
3. I have to admit, that I love the comfort that Singapore has provided for me. The comfort that makes me have the 'freedom' and when I am in Singapore, I also love the protection that my parents give me.
I feel that I'm nowhere....I'm trapped..
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