The earth says hello
Two weeks into the holidays and boredom has kicked in. Actually I will replace 'boredom' with 'laziness'. I DON'T KNOW. Quote of the day: Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. You've got to love The Time Traveler's Wife. Time - the excess and the lack of it - drives me nuts. I need to plan my schedule ahead of time, to plan things even like me-time. Having too much time on hand now just drives me nuts. I'll be lying in bed thinking of all the things I can/should do, but the next thing I know it, I wake up and several hours have passed. Aye end of rant. May my resolve to live life to the fullest re-appear. Poof, it became cococrunch!
I've recently re-discovered my absolute inability to live independently, which really makes me wonder if I'll ever survive an exchange, much less pursuing an overseas education. The owners are away on camp for a week, the helper has been on her two week break, so that leaves me home alone with a six month old baby (puppy) in tow. Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner are not events in a day to look forward to (yes I live to eat), but chores to put together something that will fill my tummy. Tantalise my tastebuds isn't even on my mind haha it all boils down to the basic need to survive.
Whistle dearest has been having troubles adapting to this schedule too. How do you teach a dog the concept of 'holidays'? The whole of last week he sat upright and stared at mummy as she did the chores. He must be thinking: is she the new maid? He then watched in wonderment as the owners packed their luggages a few nights back, and has been waiting at the door since they didn't return that night. What's probably confusing him too is how the chores have landed in my hands now hohoho. The car is sitting downstairs with a tank full of fuel but I can't go anywhere far because the baby will be sad and home alone. I can't even drive to the market to pack meals back because I can't leave him alone in the car eh. Bread with nutella, what I usually deem as a sad sad breakfast, has become my sad sad sad lunch and sad sad sad sad dinner too. Please give me a helper, a butler, a chef and a chauffeur next time, thanks. Don't call me spoilt, you too must be secretly thinking of how wonderful life would be with all the extra help aha.
Life isn't as tragic as I may have made it out to be. Time with my little prince is so so precious. Cheers to more exciting days ahead with SuperDog!
I've recently re-discovered my absolute inability to live independently, which really makes me wonder if I'll ever survive an exchange, much less pursuing an overseas education. The owners are away on camp for a week, the helper has been on her two week break, so that leaves me home alone with a six month old baby (puppy) in tow. Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner are not events in a day to look forward to (yes I live to eat), but chores to put together something that will fill my tummy. Tantalise my tastebuds isn't even on my mind haha it all boils down to the basic need to survive.
Whistle dearest has been having troubles adapting to this schedule too. How do you teach a dog the concept of 'holidays'? The whole of last week he sat upright and stared at mummy as she did the chores. He must be thinking: is she the new maid? He then watched in wonderment as the owners packed their luggages a few nights back, and has been waiting at the door since they didn't return that night. What's probably confusing him too is how the chores have landed in my hands now hohoho. The car is sitting downstairs with a tank full of fuel but I can't go anywhere far because the baby will be sad and home alone. I can't even drive to the market to pack meals back because I can't leave him alone in the car eh. Bread with nutella, what I usually deem as a sad sad breakfast, has become my sad sad sad lunch and sad sad sad sad dinner too. Please give me a helper, a butler, a chef and a chauffeur next time, thanks. Don't call me spoilt, you too must be secretly thinking of how wonderful life would be with all the extra help aha.
Life isn't as tragic as I may have made it out to be. Time with my little prince is so so precious. Cheers to more exciting days ahead with SuperDog!