Last week was a disaster, I sent my phone for a repair. So basically last week was I-got-no-phone-with-me-I-need-it-so-badly-I'm-bored kind of week. My friends and relatives couldn't contact me but I asked them to whatsapp my little brother if anything important or urgent. He was kind of pissed off because some of my friends whatsapp-ed him (to chat with me) and it was not an important or urgent stuff. Haha who cares? Sorry but not sorry brother, that's what happen when I dont have my phone with me. You will always be the victim (thank you bytheway). You have no idea how much thankful I am when I still have my laptop with me. Atleast I could watch my favorite tv series or movies and online or shop online! It's weird when it is kind of my thing now, lol 'online shopping'.
But it still sucks that I couldn't reach or talk to my friends for the whole week. And I hate it when some of them called my house phone! My house phone and I are not good friend. We sort of hate each other. No really first, I am too lazy to get my ass downstairs to take the phone and secondly, of course I hate the fact that I have to go downstairs to put it back (oh no you dont want to hear my mum nags just because we leave the house phone in our room). But that is not the point, my point is I was so bored until I decided to cook (of course i dont cook often), learn how to play hey soul sister song using ukulele (and it didn't turned out well, sigh i need personal teacher for this), read storybooks (i dont really enjoy reading books, but i love to read books online lol im weird) and last but not least read my old diary. I'm kidding, there was something else I did but I barely remember.
I felt a bit of nostalgia when I go through my old diary book. It's not really that old but I stopped writing since 2013 and that was two years ago. It really bothers me when I read the diary, all I wrote was about the sad or bad moments in my previous life. I couldn't recall my actual feelings were back then but I can tell from some of the stories, I was someone who depressed and lack of self-confidence. Worst, I hate the fact that there was none of happy stories in it. But whatever, past is past. Let bygones be bygones, there is no point of reading your old diary book bytheway if it will slowly take away your happy thoughts and positive vibes. Some said, "you can't start the next chapter in you life, if you keep re-reading the last one". I told myself that I should not regret of my past but learn from it and dont let my past rule my future. That is why now, I realised that there is no point of jotting those feelings down on a piece of paper but the correct way is tell your problems and express your feelings to God. Complain to Him. Cry to Him. Because by the end of the day, He is the only one who can help you.
So last week I decided to tore some pages of my diary book into pieces and burnt it down. It might seem a bit cliche but I was satisfied. No reason, just, satisfied.
