I was thinking just now, what should I have for lunch tomorrow. Then I realised, my life is boring, but at least I look forward to my lunches. At least I love eating good food. It would be so sad if I had nothing to look forward too.
There was one time I had bad food poisoning. I was pooping out every thing I ate for 2 weeks. I had to eat plain congee, couldn't have anything else for 2 weeks. If I ate something heavier than those, ie a piece of biscuit, rice, a glass of soymilk, I would be running for toilet within 30 minutes.
That was damnnnnnn sad... My life felt so plain. I thought, what if I have to eat like this for the rest of my life? I won't be happy for the rest of my life.
Few weeks ago I had a week off. I spent that week trying out restaurants and cafes I never tried before. And also revisiting a food court I used to frequent back in uni. I had no other plans that week. My colleagues gave me confused looks when I told them my plan, but that plan was enough to keep me entertained and relaxed. That week went by soooo quickly, and I actually thought it wasn't enough.
Human is weird isn't it? Or is it just me?
