FML

Life in Penang was very challenging in the beginning to the extend that I thought it was a bad decision. Boyfie came down every other weekend but I needed to work through the weekends. On top of that, he was shoo-ed because of not 'actively' spending. Things that I did was never right. It's always not good enough or not meeting expectation.

Very damaging to the morale and self-esteem.

Once June was over, there was a sudden rush of compliments and acknowledgements which was, of course,  flattering. Crazily enough, that was also the time when things went haywire on the other side. I was torn again for not being able to help. Again, I wrote the same letter and I planned to leave.

It became very heavenly.

I was actually moved. I wanted to stay but I wanted to leave too. I lost it. I don't know what to think anymore and I still have no idea...