I just sent off a friend who is currently on her way to London for her uni studies. And I can't help feeling a little sad at the thought of not seeing her in church for the next three months. And it'll still be different even she's back during her holidays. Then I started thinking about how much worse her parents must feel. They may be with her now, to help her settle in and everything, but in the end they still must come back, no?

Then, I began to doubt my desire to work overseas. I'm probably overthinking things, but I can't help feeling a little guilty about going overseas to work and leaving my parents here. Although, in actuality, my mum had done it to us. Okay, that makes me feel better actually. I feel a little silly now.

Anyway, to my little friend who is now on the plane either trying to sleep or watching a movie, thank you for the lovely card. Take good care of yourself, keep a lookout for Jude Law (!), have the time of your life, and always remember that God is with you.

The Dream Job

When I was in kindergarten, I wanted to be a teacher. Mainly because that was the only occupation I knew.

When I was secondary school, I wanted to open a bookshop with a cafe because of a book I read.

When I was in poly, I wanted to plan events and such. I also wanted to be a barista.

When I graduated and started working in an exhibition company, I wanted to be barista again. And a professional photographer.

When I got tired of working from 9-5, I wanted to become a student again.

Now that I am a student again, I want to work in a 9-5 job again. I also want to own a small restaurant. Or maybe spend my whole life working from home as a translator. Perhaps marry the man I love and be a good housewife? Or work overseas in the Singapore embassy, or as a translator and meet interesting people.

When I was young, all I wanted to be was a teacher.