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Hi. Sipadan has the best shores ever. I'm being very biased.
I was thinking about my studies more often that I wanted to, which is irritating at the least. You are at a vacation (although, this cannot be constituted as one, I don't plan on moving as long as I'm content) and the last thing you want to think about it what you're going to do with your life.
Why do we have to have degrees? Well, that's a stupid question. Of course I want to have a degree. I want my kids to have a degree.
I think, that probably I made a huge mistake in terms of what I am studying. Well, not exactly. See, that's the problem with me, I am as indecisive as the person that died because he hesitate before he jumped. Damnit. I mean, I like what I am doing, but it is proving to be too much for me to handle. I don't know.
By the way, I am helping out with the operations around here. Matt and Sarah, these two Americans who has a PR in Malaysia took pity on the fact that I am sort of like a drifter and decided to test me out with their small low key motel management, Sandy Shores. Judging my lack of inhibitions with strangers, I am now their current PR person, and what a great life it is. Who cares about numbers and tensile strength when you have the gift of the fucking gab?
I have a year to go before I start school. I don't know. I say that a lot because that's what I feel all the time. I don't know. I don't know.
The worst thing about the job is when visitors leave the resort. I hate goodbyes of ANY sort. I hate it vehemently. Last night, three young students from Philippines left after a week's stay. Juariine, Mary and Karl. Both 18, and young. I love being 18 and 19 and the such. Mid twenties feels so old, damnit. They had diving license, so they dived a lot. But during nightime they helped out with the bbq preparations and stuff. We talked about everything that came to mind. It sort of reminded me of the stint I did in university, being a mentor to teenage kids. Except this time we were talking while getting high. Who cares? They're old enough to know that it's bad and good, just like I am.
I miss Rohana. I just do. We had great fun while she was here. With her I knew who I was, where I came from. In Sandy Shores, I am Lady, a cheerful, ready to help PR who blubber during sunsets.
Sarah's calling gtg.
I was thinking about my studies more often that I wanted to, which is irritating at the least. You are at a vacation (although, this cannot be constituted as one, I don't plan on moving as long as I'm content) and the last thing you want to think about it what you're going to do with your life.
Why do we have to have degrees? Well, that's a stupid question. Of course I want to have a degree. I want my kids to have a degree.
I think, that probably I made a huge mistake in terms of what I am studying. Well, not exactly. See, that's the problem with me, I am as indecisive as the person that died because he hesitate before he jumped. Damnit. I mean, I like what I am doing, but it is proving to be too much for me to handle. I don't know.
By the way, I am helping out with the operations around here. Matt and Sarah, these two Americans who has a PR in Malaysia took pity on the fact that I am sort of like a drifter and decided to test me out with their small low key motel management, Sandy Shores. Judging my lack of inhibitions with strangers, I am now their current PR person, and what a great life it is. Who cares about numbers and tensile strength when you have the gift of the fucking gab?
I have a year to go before I start school. I don't know. I say that a lot because that's what I feel all the time. I don't know. I don't know.
The worst thing about the job is when visitors leave the resort. I hate goodbyes of ANY sort. I hate it vehemently. Last night, three young students from Philippines left after a week's stay. Juariine, Mary and Karl. Both 18, and young. I love being 18 and 19 and the such. Mid twenties feels so old, damnit. They had diving license, so they dived a lot. But during nightime they helped out with the bbq preparations and stuff. We talked about everything that came to mind. It sort of reminded me of the stint I did in university, being a mentor to teenage kids. Except this time we were talking while getting high. Who cares? They're old enough to know that it's bad and good, just like I am.
I miss Rohana. I just do. We had great fun while she was here. With her I knew who I was, where I came from. In Sandy Shores, I am Lady, a cheerful, ready to help PR who blubber during sunsets.
Sarah's calling gtg.
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