I had such a long and impossibly boring day today. Went to school for some cell culture training and officially started on my honours project, after which I embarked on a ONE HOUR FORTY FIVE MINUTES journey to teach tuition. I spent most of the day sitting on the bus, standing in the train, doing a hell lot of walking (God bless the creator of ipod), and this and that.
And suddenly the day was gone. *poof*
24 hours lost into the abyss of nothingness.
But my point is, I am puzzled. It is the holidays. So why is it that I still have a thousand and one things to do? WHERE DID THEY COME FROM? I have got so many bloody things to collect from every corner of singapore, hamsters to return (dont ask), people to meet, chores to do, errands to run, and hooray for being the oldest in the family because then I also have to periodically clean up after everyone else's mess. It is easy to show care. The difficult part, is saying I dont care.
And at this very second, my boyfriend is on his way to Mt. Buller for a skiing day trip.
So tell me, why do I feel so shitty? Talk about getting the bad end of the stick. Thank God I have the Malacca trip two weeks from now to look forward to. But at this rate, I tell you I am gonna be needing holiday therapy every single month. And a pot of chamomile every freaking day. So pray tell, despite my resolution to move on, do you think it is entirely my fault that I find myself still hopelessly missing those days in Australia?
And you know what? By virtue of the fact that I am living in Singapore, I think I am entitled every right to whinge.
Ok finished whinging. Gonna watch Amelie now.