Re-evaluating

Playing The Mediocre Game

6 days have passed. Yet, so many little huge things happened. Stucked at home, self-banning from exposing myself in public places too much has turned me into this fun size turtle who keeps shelving into its fun-size shell. It made me realise how much I have underestimate my so-called life as a 23 year old girl. Tossing and turning on the bed, going back and forth to my fun size (which has gone back to my lap yesterday) laptops and my mac to check my fb notifications, catching up with Scoffield's genius ways to fight his freedom - those have become my daily past times, my pathetic attempt to make use of "holiday" in Brunei. It's kinda frustrating really, I realised I've forgotten how to have fun in Brunei, I've forgotten that there's so much things in life, my life, than reminiscing past histories or being sad about something that you know you could move on from or being in love, I've forgotten what I used to like to do and I've forgotten I am still young and alive. I've forgotten. And it's a shitty feeling.

I need to get a life, my life back. I desperately need to get my focus back, preoccupy myself with the things I love doing. Medicine, movies, music, hanging out with the lil brats, with my cousins and close friends, hiking and entertaining my bully brother.

And so, I will.