Today I feel like a failure. I want to go home… Only, I don’t know where home is.

I feel terrible.

Parallel Universes

Sometimes, I feel so removed and so faraway from everything. It does make me sad but at the same time, I also find myself thinking that I could get used to this. Is it bad that Now seems far more real than Before ever was?

Ate Thai takeout in the end, but have yet to do my lesson plans.

Fabulous.

I’m actually contemplating ordering MacDonalds, eating it on my floor and going to sleep, never to wake again.

I feel really stupid right now. Rarrrh.

Today Alien asked me what my GPA was back home. When I told him, his eyes boggled to such an extent that I wasn’t sure whether to be amused or offended.

In other news, Korean Mystery solved.

Mystery Solved

So the Canadian boss is not gay after all.  Goes to show that even if a 40 year old man flings his hands around, wears suspiciously tight floral shirts and calls you ‘darling’, he can be happily married with two children.

I just did something crazy. Even now, I can’t believe I actually did it.

Returned from Hong Kong on Monday night and discovered the following in my apartment:

1. One pair of men’s shoes

2. Some dirty footprints

3. Two empty bottles of (my) water lying around the dustbin

4. Sounds from the bathroom

5. One strange 40-something year old Singaporean man

Turns out my landlady offered him her apartment to stay for a night, gave him the card and keys and forgot to tell me. Since my bedroom door has a strange inability to lock, I pretty much spent the night sleepless. Suffice to say, I was not pleased.

In other news, HB gave me present today: A textbook to learn Korean. Ever since he found out that I would be too busy working (or maybe not, considering the current situation but that’s another story) to go to the Korean language centre for classes, he has taken it upon himself to teach me a few phrases every week. As for the book, well, it was because I offered to help him with his English-to-Chinese assignment for Finance Law and I answer his hilariously cute text messages: M, which of the following is correct? 1) I have lost my iPhone 2) I lost my iPhone 3) I have been lost my iPhone.

But, I was/am very touched.

On a side note, R called me at 5pm and told me he was downstairs and had come to cook me ramyun+rice, Korean style, for dinner since I cooked for him and HB twice. Other than it being a shocker, it was pretty funny to see a Korean man bumbling around my kitchen washing rice. And to top it all off, his mother called halfway and expressed utmost shock when he told her that he was cooking.

Fun times. It’s good to be back.

Waiting is always the hardest part.

Whether it is waiting for news about the marketing job that will hopefully pay you so well that you will not need to teach English, or waiting for news about potential English tutoring jobs that insist on paying you less because you don’t look Caucasian, or waiting for news about your request to delay your training contract, or waiting for your Japanese takeout which you have been eating 3 days in a row.

I hate waiting.