Back to the Small Island

Hey folks! It’s been a week, and I still can’t believe how fast it flew by… I swear, happy time moves at 2x speed while normal time just drags along like a slow-loading webpage.

Right now, I’m in my feels because I have to go back to Singapore, leaving my baby dog behind at home. And I’m 100% sure he knows it too—he’s been giving me that heartbreaking sad face, like a dramatic K-drama lead in a breakup scene. I couldn’t even look at him properly; I might’ve burst into tears (but hey, I didn’t... emotional control level: expert).

Also, remember when I confidently said I’d check my Blogger on my phone? Yeah… that didn’t happen. And let’s not even talk about my work laptop—it’s been sitting there, untouched, while my unread emails are probably multiplying like rabbits. So, first thing tomorrow morning, my mission is: Survive the inbox apocalypse.

Oh, and guys—exactly one week left until the New Zealand Working Holiday Visa applications open! I NEED to get it so I can escape this toxic place ASAP. Please pray for me, manifest good vibes, do a lucky dance—whatever works. I need all the help I can get!

Perks of this week? I only have to work for three days—because I was smart and took leave until today (Tuesday). Now, let’s hope these three days fly by at lightning speed so I can finally chill and do whatever I want this weekend. Manifesting fast-forward mode!

Alright, guys, I think I’ll stop here because honestly? I’m exhausted. I just pulled off a cross-country speed run—flew from East Malaysia to West Malaysia, then hopped on a car and a bus to reach Singapore all in five hours. Someone give me a medal (or at least a good nap).

And don’t even get me started on the Grab fare from Senai International Airport to JB Sentral CIQ. RM 74?! My heart and wallet are still in recovery mode.

Anyway, I’m off to lie down and soothe my broken spirit. Night, guys!