Another lazy day just passed by. I’ve just popped in 2 Panadols while writing this, and my head feels like shit. My room looks like shit as well, but my head hurts too much for me to be moving around a lot. Or maybe that’s just my laziness talking. At least I finished up another novel. Got it at Uptown for RM12. It was my first ever attempt at bargaining. And it worked, too. Got a RM3 discount on it.

i. I must start writing again.
ii. I must start exercising again.
iii. I must finish Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones.
iv. I must get started on next trimester’s subjects.
v. I must clean this damn house.
vi. I must get up-to-speed with CCIP work.
vii. I must clean up my PC and burn my anime collection.

Out of this list, I’ve only done three of them so far. And Prince of Persia is one of ‘em. Man, I have GOT to get my shit together.

I think I’m on a sugar high, if there even is such a thing. We used to have a housemate who would go berserk if he had one too many drinks that had high sugar content in it. Two glasses of teh O ais, and he’s off. But even then, I wondered if the phrase actually had any meaning to it. And here I am, stuffed from finishing a one-and-a-half liter (or is it spelled “litre”?) bottle of Lipton’s Ice Mango Tea. Warm water just doesn’t cut it anymore. Even at the very least, it has to be ais kosong. A cold drink. Of course, being in Cyberjaya requires that cold drinks be a necessity. So, yeah.

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I miss my camera. Even though it was a very bad investment (most things bought on impulse tend to be that way), it became an outlet of sorts for me to try something new, something that forced me to think outside the box. I try to find something different, or to try and look at something that is conventional from a different point of view, but my works have so far been just an exercise in conventionality, varnished by layers of filters. I want the camera back. I want to go back to that act of noticing everything, seeing details that would otherwise just be taken for granted.

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I miss writing. I have to write more. Yeah.

The house is painted, the floors are mopped (both of them), the fans cleaned, the bathrooms washed… and somehow, the work just keeps on coming. Everyday, there is something big to be done. Tomorrow is a weekday, which means that I would come downstairs to be greeted by a note written by my mother, listing the housework that has to be done before she comes back from work. It’s tiring as hell, but it’s a surefire way to get a work-out. Washing three bathrooms non-stop in a period of 2 hours isn’t exactly a walk in the park, you know.

I guess the only thing to do now is to wait for Deepavali. For the good food, the good company, the laughs, the movies on TV. Oh yeah, I forgot. I have Shadow of the Colossus waiting for me. How could I forget that? Ooh, and those hot, oven-fresh biscuits.

Silly me.