Coffee, again. I am being treated by marvelous friends. So it was, Ashaari telling us about his brother joined the firefighters after his exams. Snakes, factories, cats. A life of two third leisure, a third danger. At least one knows what is one up against with. But the pleasure of doing meaningful work! The immediate fruits of work, no matter that you had to spend three hours standing holding the water hose, putting out the fire.
Back here, she is contemplating life after studies. What shall I do? , she throws the question into air. What are your options? I asked. So with the count of her fingers, she lists out her life plans. To stay. To go back. To study. To work. It always oscillate between those four, no matter who you talk with. What after this? everyone seems to ask, whenever you meet. Je ne sais pas. I am already accustomed with blocks of years laid out for me, that at the end of the day, I am apparently as clueless as I began.
Can one opt to travel instead ?
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To travel, one must have cash, or rather, financial stability (hahahaa). So, either you marry a filthy rich man, or you, yourself, work flippin’ hard and travel to your heart’s content (but it’ll take years, and years).
Haha.
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Amboi imaaaaank. I just read some articles on unemployment. Terus rasa gerun.
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