I just found out from that wonderful social newswire, Facebook, that my Ex, the first love Ex (MTB) is getting married over Easter weekend. It’s unexpected (he had told me before that he was supposed to get married after the age of 30, according to a fortune-teller) and depressing (if he’s marrying the not-even-b!tch – he deserves so much better). Wow… I can’t believe he’s decided to do it. That his mom has finally accepted a girl that is worthy of her boy, or that the not-even-b!tch’s mom is open minded enough to let her over-protected previous daughter out of the country, perhaps permanently in Vietnam?

In other news, my life’s a bit of a mess. I didn’t get the job that I was applying for. So now I’m stuck… kind of caught between a rock and a hard place. Hating my job, wanting to go to Africa or maybe move to Paris in pursuit of a sudden opportunity, yet wanting to stay to get naturalised and needing a job to pay the bills in the meanwhile. The best thing would be for me to stick it out another 15 months or so. It’s the most boring option, but even the Boy agrees it makes sense not to throw away my 5 years of arduous waiting. But it seems to painful to bear. Like pulling out my finger nails, one by one.

Also, trying to get restarted on my path to computer literacy. Wondering if I should start with Perl, Java, or PHP…