How is freedom going?

Up and down like a roller coaster. 

1.Sleep. is so good. Even better when I don't have to hear an alarm clock go off.

2.I have been eating out so often over these 2 weeks that I was actually craving to just sit down with a big bowl of greens. which was exactly what i did half an hour ago. Funny, in Malaysia I eat out more in a month than I do here in a year and yet I don't feel as poisoned. How?

3.Not leaving the house for 2 days can get you very, very depressed. 

Sick building syndrome to a whole different level.

4.For once I am actually looking forward to my shifts at the restaurant again. Too much free time and a loose screw  from staying inside too long--you actually start to believe that your life is becoming meaningless. Working also means I have to get out of the house even if i don't feel like it.

5. I thought after the whole I-don't-know-what-i'm-doing-with-my-life phase of SPM/A levels, I would never have to face that uncertainty again. Well, tough luck. I'm swarmed with worry over what/where/how I'm going to carry my life forward after this. Should I stay?Should I go back? Find another place in the world to start over? I'm keen on the third but I'm too deep into my summer sloth syndrome to actually have the energy to tackle all that research just yet. 

6. last week i was walking home from uni and a guy caught up with me and said, "i was just noticing your shoes, they're really beautiful. Really nice colour." Oh really? Ha ha, thank you. (Can I please get home now?) "Do you mind if i take a picture of it?" Uh..sure? Dude gets his Canon Dslr riggghttt to my foot and starts snapping 10 or more shots. People driving past shot me funny glances. And the lady who just walked past me gave me a "what the f?" look. 15 seconds passed, and I looked anywhere but down. The sky. The trees. The seagulls that I so want to shoot with a BB gun sometimes. The dude finally got his face out of my foot and thanked me and kissed the back of my hand in return. weird. But i guess this is Brighton, people are so crazy that you could try to be crazy and end up blending into the city as 'normal'. Also, it is the gay capital. He was probably gay. Who else would give a shit about pink ballet pumps?

7.Speaking of which, I went to a dinner party of 15 people and was probably one of the two that was straight in the whole cohort. It was funny, because I then realised this is what gay people probably feel like when they go out with a group of straight friends. Sometimes you need to be on the other side to understand life better.It was cute watching them, because instead of barbarically eating like normal guys do, they took the effort of making their dessert arrangement look like pretty animals before eating them. 

8. I hate long distance relationships. 

No wait, I hate long distance relationships with shitty internet.