I should be sleeping. Really. Tough it is to struggle out of that 1pm waking up routine. I find it hard to evade this horrible fate. I finally am starting to have my feet down on the ground and I plead guilty for having such a horrendous sleeping cycle. But yet, there is something so mystifying and emotionally satisfying about midnight. The tranquility manifests, and even doing the simplest things gains bonus gratification. So perplexing, so arcane. But yes, I like to stay up late. Doing nothing much. Watching, listening, reading. Reading biographies and reviews and stuff. Reading about Evgeny Kissin (Russian Child Prodigy) and Yundi Li (yea, who doesn't know him). I've discovered Schumman/Liszt's Widmung which I'm starting to like.
Today I ran. Got coerced to run 2.4Km with timings with my two other brothers. I was expecting myself to do horribly. (say thirteens for not really being fit or healthy at this point of time). The laps suddenly felt longer, and all at once I felt pineapple tarts, and prawn crackers creep along my vein and arteries while my heart struggles hard in pumping to sustain the amount of oxygen I require while running. (forgive me, I ain't a biology student, so what I'm saying is out of my pure vague lousy cow sense). I struggled to get a timing of 11:30min which is quite decent I would say for not being in any active sports. (piano doesn't count). I ain't fit now, but give me some time.
So Chinese new year is finally over and there was this contrasting silence around the house today which was the peace I longed for over the past two days. Right now I have two tubs of goodies sitting next to me. Thankfully, the caps are closed and the struggle of self control is perpetually difficult. Resist! It somehow seems that New year goodies are less popular over the years. I don't know why the supply of goodies downstairs remaining (even after the invasion of hungry strangers!) still seem to be in huge quantities. I am not exaggerating because there is certainly enough to go around until everyone dies of some heart disease. Pros and cons. and somehow should I be glad that I no longer have the fear of getting hungry at 3am midnight while being stuck with an empty kitchen. (and no, lizards don't count as food).
Didn't exactly count my earnings this season. But my brother did, so it saves me the trouble. I never opened most of my packets to check how much there is inside each and everyone of them. It's not worth the few joules of energy. (I used to do that, and it says a lot sometimes especially when you know who it was from).
Lost Season three is getting horrendous. Haphazard but stupid. Previously it was haphazard but in a mystifying way, which justifies all the crap mysterious that remains unsolved. There are so many freaking mysterious unsolved and unresolved which makes me wonder "are they making things up as they go". and if they do, they better have the genius to piece everything to a nice resolution. But does it actually matter because I am watching the show several years late. (0.o)
I should at least aim to complete all that is available before my time runs out.
I just received the 25 something death note on facebook.
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