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I need a challenge

Now I feel like doing just one thing and that's just it. So far I feel like I've been running around doing a million random things, like tuitioning, and then to autism centre for volunteer, and then interviewing dialysis patients. And then soon I will be helping khalilah with a one-day media corp thing and there's gonna be YOG training soon. I need to just do one thing, I'm feeling kind of bored just being here and there, and everywhere.

KL for 3 days was awesome. Being high during the course of the trip was an understatement. Shopping there was a disappointment though, hopefully I'll be able to go there again in July and perhaps the sales would be better. But food wasn't a letdown at all. I wish the trip was longer though. Actually, I just feel like being in some faraway place to get a good feel of holiday mood because I don't feel much of a holiday just being in Singapore. Dream on.

I also need to find some good deal of time to read. I hate it that everytime I read I get distracted to do other things or I have to go somewhere. I need to drown myself in good reads. And that means I need to start with Eat, Prat, Love before the movie premiers, which is soon since I saw the poster back in KL.

So far I've volunteered at Autism Partnership officially twice and the experience has been pretty alright, just that I wish I can do so much more than just do toilet-training for the kids, which on average, 5 times a day. Not that it's easy (it's not trust me), just that my inner self is dying to teach them proper lessons just like the teachers there do and well.. do so much more! I wish I'm a therapist. I get so bored easily. I just need to do things that challenge myself.
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