My touch with reality

Am talking to sorely-missed Becca online, who asked about current predicament over the impending long-distance (or otherwise) relationship. Upon telling her that may just decide to go home if it comes to that, the galling realization dawned that it’s either give up life for love, or give up love for life. Either way, it looks bleak.

But then Becca, being Becca, offered some comfort by saying, “Going back to Malaysia doesn’t guarantee misery… You could do well… God knows it’s less competition because half the country can’t speak to begin with.”

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