I am so grateful today. I woke up
alone, in my very own place. The room is nice and tidy. No laundry, and the
dishes are clean. My fridge is full of food, oat milk within reach, snacks are
safe in the cabinets, and I have a lot of rice.
Every time I opened my account, the
numbers there brought a smile to my face too. They’re not that much, but they enough to make me feel secure and so powerful as I’m finally able to protect them by saying
no to those relatives who often borrow some bucks and promise to pay it back on a
specific date, but they never do, and I ended up being the one chasing them like
I’m the criminal.
I travelled a lot this month, and
my recent trip to Bandung has helped narrow down the things that I thought I really wanted.
My dream has been evolving from
time to time as I have grown up. And lately, I thought it’d be awesome if I could be like
my partner. He looks so cool in that uniform, disciplined, and seems to know what
he’s really doing. I wanted to copy him; wear what he wears and do what he
does, at the place he’s at. And there it is, to be a part of the United States military is my wildest American dream.
Until yesterday, as I sat there
on the way back home from Bandung, I looked out of the train’s window, and I
realized something. I. hate. toilet. paper.
I don’t think you understand how stressed I was. Stayed at this ✨fancy✨ hotel with the perfect city view, but every time I used the toilet, I had to take a full-on shower. No water jet. In Southeast Asia! I’m not even kidding. It really was such a nightmare.
I’d still love to visit the US or somewhere overseas where water bidet isn't really a thing one day… but if I had the choice, I'd honestly rather not go.
