how wonderful

and so here i am again, in the net cafe. i might as well grab myself a membership honestly.

 

The last few days have been exhausting. i was running around trying to meet friends, as well as settle a few things with regards to the visa and my superannuation, of which i am withdrawing the whole lump sum so as to cover my arse for being overseas for such a period of time.

 

this has inadvertently exhausted me, all this running around i mean. because of the immense heat, and obvious atmospheric differences (more pollutants here and the fact that it’s humid), i now spot a growing, itching bunch of heat rash in the elbow nook on my right arm. my ankles looks swollen, although from water retention or from excessive walking, i still can’t tell yet. and i am still exhausted, despite sleeping some 12 hours or something yesterday, nap included.

 

i think, what is worse, is that i can feel my body physically swelling up. it’s gotten to the point where i feel horrid sitting down, and my jeans are too tight to be comfortable.

 

don’t like this.

 

but despite my complaints, i am otherwise slowly acclimatising. at least my head is. it’s not perspiring too much now, so it’s tolerable. i still have absolutly nothing to do, and am very tempted to just walk into the franchise here (of the restaurant i work in in australia) to ask for a 3 weeks’ temp job, because i am THAT bored and feeling weird about doing nothing.

 

at home, it’s finally getting awkward. when we go out to eat, i had offer to pay since family has literally -0- income. or, well, it’s NEGATIVE income. Dad’s still used to handing me allowance though, and when i wouldn’t take it, his face kinda fell. i paid for his lunch once, and he got so awkward he bought me lunch.

 

in dad’s mind, i guess i will forever be his little girl, the one that pick the seashells at the beach, with 2 ponytails and a hundred mosquito bites. at some level though, i wish he had let me help him.

 

health wise, he insisted he was looking GOOD. skin hanging of his limbs, skin hanging off his neck - no that’s not good dad, that’s really unhealthy. he won’t take anyone’s opinion though, not even a doc.

 

funnily, my mum attempted to give me allowance too. and tried to paid for my lunch.

 

yo. you guys took some money from me - it’s really weird to be paying for my food now ain’t it? i guess when i was away though, it doesn’t feel half as awkward as trying to accept my money in the face yer?

 

meanwhile, i am still in search of a way to upload the picts online. some websites are blocked from the library, and the comps here at the net cafe do not look half as reliable for me to chuck my sim card in. i have taken many photos so i can keep as a memory + show you guys wtf i am talking about when i say i get lost here and there. they aren’t spectacular, particularly for singaporeans or for me (at times) but it’s always nice to show off your country - which in my case is going to be easy since my country is not all that huge.