Don't start reading this unless you intend to finish it?
With the clock ticking slowly, but the year turning over so quickly, I decided that it's time to do a mini reboot of my oh-so-not-colourful life. So, I started re-reading this novel last night in bed - one which I had put aside months ago because I just could not be bothered with being conscientious and all bookworm-y now that I've finally launched a career. Surprise surprise, after reading it for about an hour, I was quite sold to the idea of completing what I initially had no intention of finishing. I got up at about eleven this morning and as usual, I reached out for my favourite Malboros - something that's becoming a bit of a habit these days when I first roll out of bed. Then, I did my usual morning tour of the living room, kitchen and of course the toilet. A few stretches here and there, I finally detoured and headed for my bedroom. Strangely however, I had simultaneously decided that there is nothing better to be done today except to read - and this is something that I would never think of doing, when on holidays.
I was told to take a year-end break from work (thank you Mr. Manager), and since going to the gym today was all too much of a pain-in-the-butt seeing that all that executed effort would go to waste on new year's eve anyway, I picked up the same soft-cover that I had indulged in the night before, and started pealing pages for the next six hours or so. In between chapters, I took naps, ate food and smoked more cigarettes. Occassionally, I would get up and prance for about twenty seconds, next to my older brother who was using my laptop to chat (it is something I've always enjoyed doing but I'm not quite sure why), and then got back to reading.
All that and the rolling around in bed, I eventually developed a slight case of dry eyes and an aching neck. Somewhere between the blasting of Nyana 2 on the speakers and mum's endless ranting on the phone, I finally decided that it's time I become healthier before 2008 is ushered in (with lots of booze and junk food hopefully?).
The clock was showing six in the evening. I got up and grabbed the sexiest blue shorts I ever owned from the laundry that mum had hung out to dry the night before. I changed my top once because the singlet that I wore first was somehow not the apparel that I wanted to pair with my sexy blue shorts. So anyway...
(I'm not quite sure how to finish this stupid journal I started writing about twenty minutes ago because mum just cooked this really nice mee goreng and it is calling out to me. Plus, I have not showered since I got back from that jog that left me panting throughout the entire route: I saw this cute sporty-type guy and caught up with him from behind, in my last two hundred metres, before finally giving up because I felt that my heart was going to vomit itself out if I didn't stop running).
Well, at least I've managed to write this much after being away for so long (and oh, I actually edited this journal twice, and at two different times of the night, the first time being 8.12 pm). I also realised something about myself today - that in life, and especially in 2007, I've embarked on so many of the-right-thing-to-do-at-that-point-in-time things but never quite finished these activities properly. So yeah, this is the end - let's bring in the new year already...
(And now what? Watch a DVD?)
I was told to take a year-end break from work (thank you Mr. Manager), and since going to the gym today was all too much of a pain-in-the-butt seeing that all that executed effort would go to waste on new year's eve anyway, I picked up the same soft-cover that I had indulged in the night before, and started pealing pages for the next six hours or so. In between chapters, I took naps, ate food and smoked more cigarettes. Occassionally, I would get up and prance for about twenty seconds, next to my older brother who was using my laptop to chat (it is something I've always enjoyed doing but I'm not quite sure why), and then got back to reading.
All that and the rolling around in bed, I eventually developed a slight case of dry eyes and an aching neck. Somewhere between the blasting of Nyana 2 on the speakers and mum's endless ranting on the phone, I finally decided that it's time I become healthier before 2008 is ushered in (with lots of booze and junk food hopefully?).
The clock was showing six in the evening. I got up and grabbed the sexiest blue shorts I ever owned from the laundry that mum had hung out to dry the night before. I changed my top once because the singlet that I wore first was somehow not the apparel that I wanted to pair with my sexy blue shorts. So anyway...
(I'm not quite sure how to finish this stupid journal I started writing about twenty minutes ago because mum just cooked this really nice mee goreng and it is calling out to me. Plus, I have not showered since I got back from that jog that left me panting throughout the entire route: I saw this cute sporty-type guy and caught up with him from behind, in my last two hundred metres, before finally giving up because I felt that my heart was going to vomit itself out if I didn't stop running).
Well, at least I've managed to write this much after being away for so long (and oh, I actually edited this journal twice, and at two different times of the night, the first time being 8.12 pm). I also realised something about myself today - that in life, and especially in 2007, I've embarked on so many of the-right-thing-to-do-at-that-point-in-time things but never quite finished these activities properly. So yeah, this is the end - let's bring in the new year already...
(And now what? Watch a DVD?)