So, yesterday was a public holiday, was it?

I didn’t even know until I logged into Star Blog chat at 9pm and saw a “Selamat Hari Raya” greeting message in there.

I remember a time when I really appreciated public holidays. That was when I was working a regular job. I couldn’t wait for the next PH to come.

But once you’re out on your own, PHs and weekends don’t mean so much anymore because you basically create your own work-play schedule.

 

 

There was also a time when PHs and weekends stressed me. Those days I reserved for spending time with people who were only able to hang out during those times.

Because I wasn’t very good at time management, I always still had work left over whenever those times rolled around, but I would drop my work and go do fun stuff with people.

The workaholic in me wasn’t comfortable with that, but the fun-loving kid in me always won, even if the victory wasn’t always comfortable. There would also be a niggle at the back of my mind. “You have work to do!”

Sometimes, it’s easier having a day job. Especially one you can totally shut off from after working hours and enjoy your leisure time with no annoying voices in your head nagging at you.

 

 

Well, after I moved out and started a new life on my own a month ago, my days are all my own again and I don’t have to feel bad when I absolutely have to work during weekends or public holidays.

That also means I don’t know when public holidays or weekends come around anymore.

But it’s been quite busy for me, overall, what with moving and packing and unpacking, writing some blogs here and there, attending events and such. The usual, you know.

It’s been a month and I still have cartons and bags sitting in the living room waiting to be unpacked into my room. I’ve never been good at packing and unpacking. Really hate it.

There have been many times when I came home from a holiday and my suitacse would lie on the floor unpacked for two or three months.

I try to dump dirty clothes in the laundry as soon as I come home, but sometimes I forget until two or three weeks later. LOL. But my dirty clothes don’t smell lah, since I don’t sweat so much, especially when visiting dry countries.

 

 

That’s Nanny Wen shopping in Seoul. I think she didn’t know I took this photo of her!

Anyway, I don’t really have much to say today. I’m still in the process of getting used to my new life. Haven’t really felt normal lately. Some of you might have noticed that from my posts in the past month or so, although I have tried to keep things functioning as normal as possible.

Will eventually get there, I suppose.

After I’m all unpacked and properly settled in.