working girl

so here i am in singapore. whoop dee doo. a brand new start, new friends to make. its terribly tedious making new friends, but reminding myself that at 22 i should be excited. I'm not. I dislike looking for new places to shop, to eat. i miss my reliable green grocer, always 5 minutes away on Thursdays and Saturdays. I have my habit, my routine. on the other hand, i am strangely not missing england at all, not one iota. Perhaps its part of my genetic makeup that refuses to allow me to wallow in nostalgia and sentiment.

anyway, work starts on Friday. If I truly believed in symbolism in every event, i would say it signals an end to true freedom, heralding my conformity to what society deems as part of "growing up" and actively contributing to the endless rat race of work. However, i am no such pessimist. I choose to view this as a mere phase in the run-up to Jesus return. Then I can have an eternal holiday with Jesus. yay!

here's praying everything will be alright at work. colleagues fine, patients fine, some eye-candy walking around to liven my day perhaps....sigh. one hopes.