I can't help but to agree with my sis's choice of word for feeling ultimate boredom in the midst of a long holiday.
So what do I do everyday?
Wake up. Eat. Read newspapers. Surf my favourite forums. Start the coach potato routine. Disturb my sister when she comes back from school. Listen to my mum nag. Sleep.
Too little of personal time, I grumble.
Too much of a routine, I find life a tad too meaningless.
Perhaps these thoughts are due to my mind that often wanders too much.
I questioned my committment to my job, my morale and my self-esteem.
Sadly to say, all three felt like an all-time low.
And I do know the source of the problem - the extremity of my job.
The thought of hanging on is dreadful.
Maybe I should start to prep my resume in my remaining TOIL days and cut my misery short when the opportunity comes.
Now if you ask me where do I see my life going?
I really don't know.