I am getting lazier and lazier by the day. I think most part of it is probably due to my weight. Well, if you have to carry a full weight of a beached whale on your body the whole time, trust me, you don’t want to go anywhere. You just want to stay put at home, in front of the tv, and eat potato chips.
The Cantonese series, Rosy Business gave me a valid reason not to go anywhere during weekdays. I actually prefer to stay home and continue watching that drama series. I wish it would never end. But it’s coming to an end this Thursday. Oh, I so dread the day it ends!
Gone are the days of gallivanting. Somehow after you hit mid 30s, you would be so lazy to even look presentable. Haha! I just simply don’t care anymore. I still remember when I was in my 20s – fuah, I think the biological need to find a mate is stronger. I was very interested in guys when I was in college. Now, I am more interested to catch every episode of Glee and getting enough sleep. I simply don’t have time to feel lonely or sad or depressed for not having a boyfriend. Haha. Sometimes, when I happened to stumble upon teenagers’ blogs, it reminded me of how naïve and silly I was in yesteryears. Most things which seemed to be too big of a deal are nothing to me now. Nothing seems to surprise me anymore.
Is it good or bad not to have any expectations in life?