Everybody’s going to Singapore. Is Singapore the next Japan? I didn’t care about this phenomenon until Ate Bec texted me the other day and said, “Sha, Kuya Edmund got accepted in Apple. He’s leaving end of March.”
My favorite male cousin is leaving. Drat. It was only last September that he told me he wants to work out of the country and now he’s freaking leaving. Waaaah! Leaving in less than 2 weeks at that! Eunice, Colleen, and I wouldn’t have a tourguide when we go to Bataan on April. Boohoofuckinghoo.
I got the news about Kuya’s career move Sunday night and I immediately asked him to have dinner with me and Ate Bec the following day. So after my sourcing shift at the MRT Shaw station, I met up with them in Mega Strip. We ate dinner at Dencio’s. Shempre, libre ni Kuya. Hahaha, another effortless receipt for the MATA reimbursement!
There we were, after the sisig, kare-kare and laing, all feeling bloated and bittersweet. Senti, senti. Plans, plans.
Ate Bec and I abolished the Bora plans. Instead of going to Aklan, we’ll be flying to Singapore to visit our “childhood sweetheart” before the year ends.
Ooooh, and I’m going to look for my long-lost crushie in all of Singapore’s 270-square-mile glory. I know he works there. Yeah, yeah. It’s the new Japan.
I am going to miss my cousin badly. 😦
We are not only bound by blood. We’re bound by love.
Of course, I understand that he has to nail down this opportunity. I have to let him go; it’s a relief to know that he would still be back.
listening to: Wham! – Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go