The stillness of things….can be easily mistaken for the eerie silence of a graveyard….where all that lies within, are not in this world anymore = DEAD.
Well, lucky for my friends and family, despite the eerie silence that haunted my blog for the past 1 month or so…I’m not quite dead. Very much alive, just that 80% of my life was “claimed” by my role at work and, well….been hanging out with Elaine a lot too.
Breaking the normal cycle of my routine, can be quite upsetting sometimes. Mainly because I worked really hard to make myself contented with my routine. It takes me a long time, before I’m happy with my current rountine. Suddenly, having someone extra within the routine, will throw me off-course and things will start to mess up for me.
Not that I don’t like company, but I find that there’s a very difficult line to draw between being polite/accomodating and doing what I want. For example, I’ll like to head straight home, have a super quick dinner, wrap up some work and dedicate the last few precious hours to TV/reading a book before I sleep. Or randomly, I might want to go for a jog/walk around the neighbourhood……then have a late dinner or whenever I feel hungry, or just setting up my ironing board right in front of the TV and attack the growing pile of clothes that needs to be iron. Having someone around me, means that I have an extra person to consider.
Is this a sign a living alone for too long, makes me unable to adapt to a live with someone else in the same living area?
Back home, when I was living with my family, we operate rather well together as a unit. The only obligations that we have to each other, is to keep our own private living area clean and to let Mom know if we will be back for dinner or if we are bringing friends home for dinner. And of course, during dinner time, we’ll discuss our plan for the rest of the week (are we having brekky on Sunday morning, are anyone of us going out on certain days of the week), and work around each other plan. The main thing is , there’s no gnawing feeling that you leaving someone out, when u decide to back out on one of the activities planned/not planned. Its understood…..but its different, when its not with a family I supposed.
Anyway…the experience of living with someone outside the family, give me more reason to appreciate my own space and freedom……
I’m enjoying the fact that I can laze here and write this stuff, and chill until my lazy bones are cracked and head out for a warm bowl of century egg congee
Status update :
After the amount of effort putting into walking/climbing the stairs whenever I can, I would have expected at least 2 kg weight loss. And this is on top of the fact, that I’ve actually sacrified a real lunch opportunity to have salad instead (salad is not food, hence it don’t count as lunch in my dictionary).
Disappointingly, after 1 month, I have not lose any weight. Though I have to admit, I feel much better.
PS : Well, I did have a lot of cakes when I was in Melbourne, when Greco is just 11 floors away. And the wonderful meal on Elaine’s birthday, Vietnamese dinner at Vietnam, Bayu’s farewell dinner that ended up with a gelato binge….I supposed, I should be thankful I didn’t gain any extra weight.