Back for Good
I’m finally back in Singapore for good after four long years. Part of me doesn’t want to leave Toronto; but even with all the great friends I’ve made over there, there is only one place that truly feels like home. No more shelling out a quarter more above the menu prices for tips and taxes in order to have a decent meal, when I can now sweat it out in the open-air hawker centres for just $3. No more checking the weather network to decide whether to wear five or six layers of clothing before heading to school, when I can just look up the sky to know the weather before heading out in my favourite beach bum attire. I’m still not used to the heat and humidity yet, but at least I get to play basketball outdoors.
I’m already itching to go for two more trips even though I’ve only been back for less than a week. Howe is thinking of going to Taman Negara this weekend, and my parents will be going to Taiwan to visit my sister and family in two weeks’ time. I ought to start looking for a job soon; but on the flipside, I wouldn’t get to travel much once I start working. That’s what I hate about adulthood — it always involves making tough decisions. Gone were the days when your parents will give up their share so that you can have the cake and eat it. Now, not only you can’t have your cake and eat it, you have to pay for it.
On another note, the horoscope seems to be getting more accurate:
Your feet probably still haven’t touched the ground since that “coincidentalâ€? encounter — or would “magicalâ€? be a better word to describe it? Well, regardless of what you call it, it’s only the beginning.
I certainly hope so.