I think staying at home is a good medicine to heal my obsession. At home, I will not see those skinny girls out there and feel inferior. At home, I have proper meals prepared for me at the right timing, and at no cost. At home, I can just eat whatever I want. I love to stay at home.
On Friday, I went to ECP with BBJLB to cycle and have a fruit picnic. It was about 6 months since we last met (except for Amanda). I was so tired that day and didn't wanted to go out. But to be honest, I was really looking forward to seeing them, so I went ahead. I was really happy to see them, but I don't know how they actually felt. We even clubbed at night. That was quite an experience and I will definitely go again! Maybe with my brother because I'm very curious about the way my bro clubs. Hahhaa.
Immediately the following day, I reported for work at Vivo, as a mooncake promotor. Hahaha. It was a tiring day since I only had about 3 hours of sleep (because of clubbing hehe). A few days ago when I was kind of emotional, I was thinking about my stupidity of taking up many part-time jobs. I never failed to fill my weekends with jobs jobs jobs and more jobs. Now that I think of it, I am really stupid. I am 19 years-old and I should be partying my weekends away, not work them away. My definition of partying =/= only clubbing. It can be watching tv and drinking milo at home, or playing mahjong with my friends (if I have any to start with), or watching a late night movie! I will reduce my working time from now on!
On Sunday, I finally went back to my teaching post. I felt totally lost after losing them for 6 months and without any efficient practicing for 6 months... Ever since my return, I've been practicing everyday, but my stamina is always very weak, I could not even concentrate for 30 minutes.
I need to clear my closet! I realised I have damn lots of clothes and I don't even wear them. FYI, I have not even unpacked the boxes of clothes I bought from China. How fortunate I am! I have a home, a maid to prepare all my meals, wash my clothes, and clean the house, 2 cupboards full of clothes, a father, a mother, a brother, a sister to accompany me at home. I'm sucha loser in the past when I go all envious seeing people with bigger houses, branded cars, and unlimited moolah. After "suffering" on my own in that tiny little space in Shanghai, I learned to appreciate my life in Singapore.
Don't complain.
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