This week I had three nights off which means I can do lots of thing after coming back from 1st job. I opened a PO box at postoffice, bought a big filing box and got all the documents ready, reminding myself to fill out the application forms for mom's immigration while i have time. But then I went to bed at 6pm on Monday,singing melancholic song in the midnight, and locked myself out of the door yesterday. I was sitting on the stairs with 2 oranges in hands, waiting and waiting. Felt so dreadful every time when the light turnt off. I had to stand up and push it again. I never had so much time for thinking alone, i always avoid thinking that's why i kept busy working or doing other things.:P Flatmate came back 3 hours later, i am so lucky that she didn't stay up in hospital for another operation!
Haven't done much for today, played with Lavender-Lavandin aromatique oil for a while. Today I was told that I exposed too much personal thing to someone. Things like there would be an electrician at my place to install the smoke alarm on friday afternoon. That's too personal that I shouldn't tell a guy about it. That's inappropriate and leads to misunderstanding.. Ok, from now on, I write all those tedious details of my life to my diary :P