I won’t worry my life away.

If you don’t try, you will never know.

Entering the 5th day of working, I think I’m still trying my best to learn and keep up with the new pace of life. Everything seems more organized since i work. I had regular meals, regular timetables and schedules of work for the next 2 weeks. I just wish i can have more organized bed time. (considering I am still typing this post on 1 AM when I have 11 AM shift tomorrow.)

So yesterday (23rd) i had a day off. I went to city to meet up with William, whom came here to watch Singapore Grand Prix. Had a great time at city and according to his dictionary, did some “shopping redemption”. I don’t know if it’s just me, but does having a day off work always feels so good? lol kill me if i overreacted, but i was so excited when i round about the city, that I don’t complain too much about the human traffics (read: massive loads of humans) in orchard road. Ah, if only the queues in H&M weren’t so insane..

Meow kat cropped tee. love. :)

Today i had some little complications at home. Been the happy-off-work-girl i am, i went home with such light heart and planning to prep for the next working day. Then I got off the bus, up to the flat, only to find that everything was wrecked messy. Plates unwashed, papers everywhere, couch filled with gizmos and thingamabobs of trash. I was devastated. Not the first time though, i really got smacked in the head, realizing how untidy my housemate can possibly be. Living in a rented apartment with other people, means you need to have respect in others. In every possible hygienic way. I’ve never wanted to be rude to anybody. But sometimes things gets out of control repetitiously, and it might be too hard to take on myself that i can just explode anytime. Namo Amitabha.

That was the unhappy part one. I also did something really bad today. The chronology : Whilst i was sweeping the floor, i didn’t like anything obstructing my way, so I basically put everything (floor mat, small bench, trash can) at higher place then I can utilize my “maid-mode” fully. Finished with the sweeping, i carried on with mopping. I was almost done with the last part, when i accidentally pushed the 90% filled trash can with my mop handle. Yes. Down all the way from the 8th floor to basement. I swear i heard someone cursing and i went all pale and panicked, and on top of that i decided to just abandon the poor trash can. I know, i am so irresponsible. But i am too much of a chicken to go down and swallow a nice scolding. Dear One Amber residences, if you heard / seen / felt any presence of a flying trash can on Friday, 6.30 PM at your window, yup that might be me . I am sorry for the inconvenience caused. Don’t fret, no more next time, promise.

I think that’s all. Let’s see what the rest of the week have for me.

“Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.”