The New Pill

Cleaned my bathroom myself for the first time on Sunday. The cleaning lady who comes twice a month has gone home to Indonesia. From now on it's all up to me, whether I will have a clean apartment or a shit hole.

On a separate note.

I finally figured out my recent food-craving symptom, one morning this week while I was getting dressed with my mind wandering all over.

Food, or eating has become my substitute for shopping. You see while I'm trying to resist buying/shopping at the mall, my sub conscience is looking for a substitute...for happiness, alternative dose happiness; like a different pill, from another clinic.

Except this new pill is equally damaging to my financial health.

ST said: "Do you really enjoy those NEW food?"

"I do, I've always love pasta, brownie with ice cream, salads, pizzas, nice restaurants." --- just that previously I couldn't care about where I eat after I spent the entire evening trying on clothes, now the entire evening is OFF trying on clothes, so something else, something equally satisfying must take place.

He said: "oooo, that's baaad."

Yes, it is.

"So what are you going to do."

"Errr, look for a cheaper substitute?? Like maybe good company of friends? Good books?"

He agreed. "Ya, high quality friends. I think it's fantastic idea."

Maybe I can even resort to more cleaning in the apartment, the bathroom cleaning session was rather satisfying...but it could be because it was my first time cleaning THAT bathroom.

Maybe I will head straight for my music books when I have my SHOPPING n EATING time.

I will think of something.