I won't be a free person soon.

I'm leaving KL next week.
No worries. Its not for good.

After one month of half-heartedly job searching which I couldn't be bothered to edit my resume since the first time I created it and rejecting a job offer from KL, I found a job. in KL still.

Sigh. I have always wanted to work in Singapore.
Reason: Better security. More efficient. New environment.

I went to Singapore last week for the job interview. Without my certs, without my resume, which I carelessly left them in the bus. I got the job. But they want me in KL instead.

After my negotiations with them which I plead to them in a professional way of course to allow me to work in Singapore for a certain period before I get stationed in KL alone permanently, they agreed to welcome me to Singapore for the first 2 months. 2 months only!

Then, I have to pack my belongings again, go back to KL again and become a homeless person again.

Speaking of homeless, I was homeless yesterday, no longer living with the giant babies.
Thanks to Resa the cutest who lets me into her room for the time being.

Resa, whilst she brought me around last night, roaming the streets of SS15 for hours as we walked in a carefree manner, I just came to realize I really hated this phase of life.

Fresh grad/Unemployed/Wasting time period.

During the first few weeks of this period, i was enthusiastic to go here go there, meet this person meet that person, buy this buy that.

Everything comes to a limit in the end. The RM and luggage space.

So, now I wake up everyday to find myself facing the computer for hours stalking peoples' life, you-tubing and face-booking.

Is that how I am supposed to spend my moments of freedom? Should I be happy? I know I will be well scolded by people who are busy working their arses for their bosses everyday for not appreciating my freedom moments.

Oh well, what the heck?! I will be watching another episode of Grey's Anatomy now to kill time.

Tokkok: I have always wondered, what is this with people who took time off for months or even years to do nothing, a.k.a. to rediscover oneself? I will definitely become more suicidal.