I. am. bored. I don't know what I wouldn't do (if there is) to exchange this bed for movie seats. I could just imagine slouching on the seat, feeling the AC, watching movie trailers, waiting for lights to go out, and eating nachos and sipping mango shake, atlernately. As much as I can just end this misery and go watch a movie alone like I used to do, I can't. I mean, I don't like TO-WATCH-ALONE. So I'm choosing to sulk in the four corners of my tiny room and read about Paul Walker. May he rest in peace and enjoy a free parking at Heaven's gate.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
If it wasn't for breakfast, I would have slept half of the day away. This has been my drama for two consecutive weekends already. I've been getting more sleep than usual. Sounds good, right? But more sleep also means all-day sluggishness for me. I don't know why. It's like my body is programmed to function properly with more or less five hours of sleep and in excess of that will cause Zen-malfunction. I am Zen, just so you didn't quite get that.