I have just written, signed and presented my resignation letter. This is more of a formality that I need to go through in order to move to Singapore, but emotionally represents quite a bit more.
Here it is:
I know the one here is not signed (:-p), but the one I endorsed has been properly signed using a blue ball-pen.
A few weekends ago I went to Nasugbu (Batangas). This is just a brief list of places that I visited that may be worth remembering (just for the records, ha):
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I’m just leaving the title of this for later… I have been thinking on my way back from dinner if the fact that this new journal requires every entry to have a title stops me from writing. I guess there is always a reason not to do something. This feels similar to a gym; the guys force you to pay half a year or even a whole year in advance of subscription… and then… what? You only go a few weeks. Yeah, it happens…
I am right now in Singapore. Not really enjoying it. It feels kind of nasty saying so… but it’s just for other reasons, not really personal. I am going through some pressure at the office. I’ll just leave it free flowing in the air…
What I wanted to say was that I have been looking for a place to have dinner. I have been walking around. Here and there…I finally sat at this place… Cool, a little bit too fashion for my (metalY) taste, but great because they had shisha (yeah, waterpipe…). And it smelled like chlorine. Weird, right? It took me a while to figure out where the smell was coming from… IT WAS THE FOUNTAIN BY THE SQUARE!!!! I mean, the fountain, a public-open-fountain smelled like chlorine. Isn’t that unbelievable?
The problem now is that my brain (I guess internally) is linking this permanent stress that I am going through (ten days already) with the city itself. And the plastic. The artificial feeling of being at this oasis. Where everything is clean. And smells like new. Smells like chlorine. Smells like plastic. Walking in Singapore is like walking in a new store. It smells new.
Don’t want to get deep now. I’m just tired. It should be cool if I just take some pictures and attach them here. I cannot keep the smell, but I can keep the banners that are spread around reminding you of how many things are prohibited. And they (always) include a price for it.
This links to the Philippines: anarchy versus control.