Another tired week of doing projects and the more I need music to relax and umwind. Realised how important listening to music is to improve my foul mood. It has become my life and soul just like how human can't live without water and air. Through out my years in school and sometimes working experience, I spotted some very bad habits and weak points which have accumulated and increasingly become tougher to eradicate. Like being unable to multi-task, being muddle-headed and poor in mental calculation due to my heavy reliance in calculator and poor maths foundation. How could I survive in the finance industry which I always dream of? Choices I made in life seem a little wrong and I find myself rather slow-witted such that I can't be successful and what I do will always deem ineffective.

Told myself not to be defeated by such pessimistic thoughts perhaps cuz I am a perfectionist in my life goals and definetly not studies. Being pathetic and mourning in one's own flaws won't solve my problem and the more I will lag behind others. So I will try and let me sink in the inspirational sea of music to remain revitalise for the time being.

Went to Suntec to do my FYP ytd..initially wanted to do it at Starbucks but landed at Mac. Yesterday was a crazy morning at home. Woke up and kena lectured by mum to tidy up my room which was clattered with paper and tonnes of rubbish. Asked my dad for extension plug and after that rocks my life completely.

Me: U have extension plug around?

Dad: U think I have, go find in the storeroom.

Me: Erm, storeroom is ur territory.

Dad buay song enters storeroom

Dad: Here it's.

Me: Huh, so big..have smaller ones?

Dad started ranting about how young girls now can't even carry such stuffs and told me he can't be bothered. Let him nag away while I took my bathe. Was about to leave the house when he stopped me and produce a Made In Sinagpore cheena plastic bag. Told me to put the extension plug inside or else I can't leave. Running late so I juz put inside and that's when my dear groupmates laughed at the plastic bag.

Life is crazy when you have parents who are going through menopause. They can be irrational at times but seriously, deep down they still show equal concern just that they express it in another more uncoventional way. Will never feel how it likes until I am a parent myself.