One thing for sure, made in china is SUPER EXPENSIVE here. I can say bye bye to good quality beddings. I went to walmart to shop for duvet pillows and everything and nearly cried at the price. Oh and I was really sad when I realized that I brought less than 40 pieces of clothings. I mean, I brought most of it home because they are all summer clothes. But still.
I'm furnishing my place and I'm really inspired to write. It is a truly outdoor yet romantic city. I went to my campus today and during my journey home, I was terrorized by the feeling that I will have to fight for survival in this city after next two years. I think I should utilize my time very wisely to work and safe money. But I don't know how I can do that? Is there some kind of medicine that we could take so life could just unfold in front of us? Or should we just wait and see?
My friends in Singapore would like to call the period of time (when I'm in Singapore and her off time from work to study again) as the honeymoon period. It is very romantic. But I have a mighty feeling that things are going to change for me here, and in a very, very brutal way. But it will also be good. And I'm stretching this honeymoon period as far as I could to prepare myself.
When I first came to Singapore, I was very naive. And Singapore was damn small. Competition is clearly seen. And I have a lot to absorb. But here, this city knows where it belongs to. I know exactly what I want, and this city offers exactly that. It's just that, bear with me, when you know what you want is in front of you, and you know that there is no fast and easy way to do it, you know you want it so badly that you're ready to be torn to pieces to get there.
I guess I'm lucky in a way, to know where I want to go. Although the ultimate destination is still foggy. But again, I'm sure to be torn and battered along the way.
You know, it will be great to depend on someone. Like parents for instance, or a stable job. Especially when you are with baggage or responsibilities. But somehow or rather, life has never been that easy on me.
Maybe that's why I love my life.
Oh ya, it's a white new year here. Happy New Year people.
PS: I have a theory. For a person who likes beaches more than any natural landscape, I can't feel completed before I see a country's beach.
PSS: My bedroom ceiling is a bit low. It's a normal 2.5m, but for a person who lived her life under high ceilings, I felt claustrophobic when I first stepped in.
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