It has only been a day and I am finding meaningless existence...well...meaningless.
You reckon it's time to find some activities when the only happenings you can recollect in your day are: 1. refusing to get out of bed when it's already 11am 2. sneezing while wiping off the dust on the desk 3. chewing on a corn and 4. desperately trying to balance a pillow on my head, shaking my head like a Bollywood fella, and then again desperately trying to laugh at my own antics.
Yes, I know the exams are over. And it is for rejoicing. But, it seems that there are certain withdrawal symptoms I can't kick off. Like how SSM would point at me with an accusing finger, "There, this girl loh, this girl likes exams."
And I plead guilty.
Now, tell me, what should I do with my life?
This is just so sad. Fortunately, I find consolation in this adventure of epic proportions in a book I've banished yet pick up again yesterday night. I actually stopped where it was most exciting. Now I'm revelling in all that excitement man. Plus I have a museum visit tomorrow.
Trying very hard,
Moon
finished rambling
3:42 AM <3