Holiday Blue

My 1st day of the long holiday is ruined. Somehow, somewhat, it's all within expectation. Initially, I packaged it into a better form to make myself better by having a shopping spree. Worse, I don't even have the mood to shop right now. I'm really broke this month and I'm so unhappy that I was prepared to splurge on clothes despite the big existing hole in my wallet. I should pamper myself even if no one is going to or put their shoes in my plight (Right???). Unfortunately, my craving for food and the urge to shop is gone. I'm feeling like a dead corpse, sitting before my squarish laptop, staring into space effortlessly like I gonna be zombified. Most probably, I'm f**king bored at home. Plan crashed and I'm feeling hungry and lazy to eat.

 

How awesome is my holiday... tell me bout it...

 

I was browsing thru the internet and reading some blogs. Then, I came across breakfast. Yes, yes, I love breakfast and I feel sad because it's been a long while since I last had something nice for myself. Well, talking about food, I used to read online reviews about delicious food with good ambience. Most likely, I'll hunt that place within a short while/period. Now, I'm literally repeating again and again. It's like so boring to have the same old food running like a repetition. That was partly because I was busy with stuffs and so on-and-on. I was so tired that I had to rest pretty often.

 

Weekend rest was never sufficient because a good rest had never enter my life. I was busy working from Monday to Thursday, packed with endless paper material to be prepared, entering data required, feeling like a Einstein. I had to travel to bf's place to keep him accompany during weekends. My eyes could barely open whenever I was on the bus to his place. There was this once, I missed my stop (Holy shit!!!). I was so tired that I alighted from the bus and took a cab instead. Yep 5 bucks gone in a less than 5 minutes ride.

 

Yep, weekend was meant to be the best days of my life. I was caught up with other stuffs and forced myself into wide awake mode in the middle of the night watching shows to console myself that I finally had time for myself. That was "thought-to-be". The fact is, I fell asleep halfway through. Bf watching show beside me while I was dozing off. I can doze off 3 to 4 times and each dozed-off period lasted for 10 to 15 minutes. I woke up from time to time and lost track of the story of the movie. At the end of the day, I'll probably thought that the show was boring, lame because I could not understand the show due to dozing off. Like-a-sad. I thought so too.

 

Then, I strongly believe a simple night outing would make my life brighter and wiser. I gave tons of good suggestions about what-to-do. In fact, my suggestions are great. Unfortunately, none were recognised and adapted. I got stranded. Not really bad but I just didn't enjoy myself. Seated down with peacefulness and serenity. That probably calmed my mood but angered me badly because it was a waste of time to do so in the middle of the night. I need a productive life. I ended my night feeling sad, oh well, dawn maybe.

 

Ever since my road trip in July, I had been feeling really tired. I ended my trip on a Monday and I reached home on a Tuesday morning about 5am. I only rested for 2 hours before I resumed with my work. My working hours ain't like office hours. I have long breaks in between but I ended my day after 9pm. My energy level was at its lowest point of my life. I tried to rest during the weekends but it was never enough and bf suggested bring me out for breakfast at this so-wrong timing. Sigh.

 

Finally, it was my weekend and I thought that it's gonna be really awesome because I'll be having one night stay at MBS. I suffered another attack after the trip. It's like I had enjoyed for a short period and suffered attacks for longer period.  

 

Here goes my Thursday holiday again. I intended to shop happily at JEM, walk around Jcube to buy a Mickey Mouse from the newly open shop, pamper myself with a KOI cup in hand, take a bus to Daily Scoop to grab my Salted Mr. Brown and enjoy a slice of radish cake. Hopes dashed and I'm starving home alone due to mood swing.

Feeling envious to see my friend on a date with bf to really nice places, having good food whereas I'm home sweet home. It's not my post menstrual syndrome to be blamed. Damn it, I bet you agreed that I had a terrible tiring month. Feeling holiday blue.

 

Happy Holidays,

Pzy