it's one of those trips that drives you nuts.
after a gruelling 12-hour trip of changing planes and waiting at the airport, a few days of adjusting to the "early-retirement" working hours, and enduring the probing glances of DOE (dirty old expats) i am finally coming to a drunken realisation that my life will always be a series of tragecomedies. i live on pure luck.
i always hated dining alone, i always feel so pathetic i'd rather work while having dinner than be alone staring at my food for at least 1.30 hrs. i can't take my meal faster than 1 hour lest i'll be suffering from a bad case of indigestion (believe me its not a good sight). here, in the taylac, i am forced to dine on my own and much as i want to have food delivered in my room, the restaurant doesn't have a room service. how nice...
so i have to endure the puzzling glances from the other tables of DoE. most of the DoEs here, by the way, have asian "companions" and they're not socialised into thinking that a girl of similar race can actually WORK!
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