I know "Twilight season" has faded or at least fading. I was intrigued by everyone's enthusiasm about it. So, I went hunting for the book, which Fardiana gladly lend me hers. It was great! A little too ironic but it's great. A little too late, yeah?
I haven't been catching up with time and what's around me. Too indulged at home rotting away and gaining extra pound to my very small frame. I want to grow. Seriously! I've been this short since Primary 5. Skipping doesn't help at all. Damn. Genetic maybe? Surprisingly, it doesn't really bothers me that I am this short. I used to be bothered by it but I am more comfortable now.
My weekends are now very very mundane. I ought to win the most boring person in the world's award with a standing ovation. Saturdays, I'll be sleeping til very late at noon, then slack and snack and of course, eat. That's my problem. I couldn't be left thinking alone or I'll think too much. When I can't do anything about it I'll drown my thoughts with food. How pathetic. Sunday is the most predictable day in a week. I go for tuition at 8am. When I reached home I'll sleep. Wake up for netball which is very erratically regular.
Why am I boring you with my boring life?
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