Before we all know it, we're eating into the second week of the holidayeesque rations. A pack of 30 day deluxe meal before we go back into starvation (again). What's more, a paper guillotine awaits us when we finish this pack of 30 deluxe meals. This HAS to be a conspiracy!
As usual, I'm sprouting nonsense. I woke up alarmingly late (wasting all my time). I am listless towards the upcoming examinations. What's more, I really don't have any motivation to do anything. But still I have to get on with this routine.
Granted, my life may not have an excess of fun activities. In fact, my life is mundane, humdrum and very routine (ironic isn't it? I used to believe I hate routine). But the very fact is I dislike change and embrace stability. Even holidays are the same. Am I supposed to sigh in this case?
I feel sort of satisfied that I already settled my plans for the day. Now till 2, practice the piano. Then afternoon I'm playing some badminton with Alan. Been a long time since I touch my racket already. Looks like all that Iron (III) oxide is going to own me. Then night time, maybe slack?
I'm really running out of things to blog about.
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