I need to make a little confession.
I just finish reading the novel “Shopaholic and sister”. It is a series novel, and this one talks about Rebecca (the shopaholic) and her long lost sister.
Of course I am nothing closed to her. Her obsession with branded stuff and buying non necessary stuff and her obsession with make up and hair do.
I admit I am spending more than I should on shopping, but which woman does not? At least I have done my saving first before I went out shopping and I have got an investment plan that is going pretty well.
I also admit that I started to adore on make up and hair do and pedicure. I used to not bother on putting any make up not even lipstick on my face. But now I would put on some light eye shadow, draw eyeliner and put on the mascara and blush my cheek when i go for work. And I got the shocking pink on my toe nails, all nicely pedicured! It will be a horrible idea to have pink nails to me 10 years ago! Haha.
Most importantly, I have to admit I am a spoiled brat as Rebecca. Not to her extend as I am more responsible and sense in doing things. But I am quite stubborn with my own believing and principle. As the recent event of my decision of changing a job and choosing an offer from two. I chose the one that is against most people advise, as again. Just like the decision of coming back home from London for good. But I never regret in the choice, did I? Neither I regret on any other decisions I made on my study and career. It just strange that most of the time, my own will goes against the rest, and I am not bound to choose a PATH that most people will agree? That’s probably not me then.
It’s only three more weeks before I need to leave, but I have not get a moment excited of living in a new city at all, and meeting up with all the potential new friends. Instead I started to have fear of being lonely again, fear of being home sick plus missing my niece so so much. So I wonder again, if I have to go for this choice and not the other.
Many people show envious of me having the chance to go abroad again and here I am doubting on my choice and worrying not necessary. May be I am just overly worrying, I do think sometimes I am overly sensitive and overly dramatic. Just like REBECCA. Ha, so that is the confession of my day.
