for the past few days, life has not a little different. it has been quite a while since i last did housework. doing housework is definitely tiring. it totally put me off when i looked at the pile of dirty clothes that i MUST wash and the amount of cleaning to keep the flat clean and neat. omg! i could just drop die right now if i had to do these for the rest of my life.
thinking, it is not a bad idea to move out and live on my own for a while before i settle down. it is not that i dont like living with my parents or i am one of these unfilial children who abandon their parents. i just want to feel the difference of living day by day on my own. to be more sadistic, i want to go through hardship so that i can learn to appreciate how fortunate i am now.
why am i having sucha thought? i guess i am longing for more personal, the so-called MY SPACE. having the entire room is not exactly the same. i dont know how to phrase it but it is just different.
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