Out there…
Dear Life,
I’m jealous.
How come when I left no one really seemed to miss me at all? I guess all I’m saying is I wish I had the attention that all my friends got when I too was leaving Brunei. I mean come on, they’ll be back most likely, but me? I’m probably going to be stuck here for the rest of my life.
Not that I really mind. I mean I have grown fond of the Philip of Pines, and it has provided me certain joys and gems, that Brunei never once gave me but has instead chose to throw ice-picks and other sharp objects at me.
It’s not that I really miss Brunei or anything. I mean, of course I miss Brunei, it’s just that after a year and half in the Philip of Pines, you tend to move on and this country does grow on you. I do miss my friends and family over there. I miss the dependency attitude of mine which I could easily cultivate over there. I miss church, but Brunei itself? Not so much.
I’m jealous because it seems that I never really made much of an impact over there. It’s like when I read all those entries of my friends and all those thoughts of people around them, I realized ohmyfreakinggosh did anyone miss me at all when I left or did I just become another once-upon-a-time member of a youth group, once-upon-a-time student of a school, once-upon-a-time living in Brunei.
Did I just waste ten years of my life?
