Living it up Singapore

Is been three weeks since I’m here in Singapore. Lot and lots of updates for sure. Life has been very much exhausting and I’m still handling with this sudden changes. 24 hours a day is never been enough. I should say I am very much privileged back at Jakarta where I woke up at 8am. Now the sky still dark and I have to get my arse out of the bed. I should leave home latest by 7.15am if I don’t want to be late for work. My journey took me an hour by bus and another 15 minutes walking distance from the bus stop to my office. That makes an almost 3 hours journey spent each day. Damn! In Jakarta I enjoyed at 10 minutes journey which allow me to wake up as late as 8am. So that left me with only 2-3 hours/day for my self to shower and do my own stuff. That includes washing, ironing and cleaning my room. My mom bursted to laughter how her xiao jie daughter can be so Cinderella. God please send me a prince, he doesn’t have to rescue me and make me a princess. I only need him to replace me doing the house chores :D (i suppose i need a free maid?)

I already miss home. My appetite decreased too but I don’t think I I lost weight cuz my leg will show some improvement with bigger muscles :D. I’ve forgotten about my heels and stick to my one and only Charles & Keith sandal. Well I would have chosen my electric green rubber slipper if is my own office :p

Loneliness is one of my big issue that I should handle with. Especially staying alone with no entertainment. Not kinda used to eating dinner alone where I always can anytime call up one of my ‘stock’ for dinner or just a simple dinner down my apt’s food court with my brother/sister. And there was always once or twice in weekday I would hang out for pool or chilling at the café with friends. Here I will have to think where and what I want to eat.

Work has showed some activities but is far from exciting. I shouldn’t complain much as I am in the process in knowing the company better and how things work here. I am targeting my self by end of Feb I should be able to show sign of progress. But to be honestly speaking I am not quite sure if I ‘belong’ here. Somehow I feel something amiss but not too sure what it is. The word “Don’t let your self stranded” somehow did affect me a little. Colleagues are mostly females, the species that is harder for me to get along with :p

I am getting to miss home. Miss my family, miss my friends. Just to throw my frustration... My fren at Indo, Willyam, texted me on Saturday midnite.... SHOCKED me from my feeling high of wine effect, with news that my another fren, Asen, is on ICU. This arsehole didn’t even pick up my IDD call and make me even more worried. Turned out I’ve been punked! Shoot you arsehole! I will send my phone bill, insurance bill and medication for shock therapy to you! !@#$%^&*()