With(out) me realising, I have slacked through 1 month of the holiday. Times flies especially when there are so many things you want to do but just failed to know where to start off with.

Feeling rather restless nowadays and my body alarm is serioulsy distorted. I always sleep at 5am every morning and woke up at about 1pm in the afternoon. Before I know it, evening this way comes and I would be like man, how come time seems to be racing today?

Really did nothing useful nowdays and I can't even complete a decent chapter. I hate it when my brain is blocked, not knowing what to write/do next. For a couple of times I have decided to pen down whatever ideas I have in mind but my hand is simply too lazy to even lift up the pen. Writing can be so tiring. Typing seems less boring and that's the way it looks like now.

I was scrolling down my past blogs and I realised that all my entries are actually craps which doesn't revolves around my life. Its always either someone's life or someone's words. Similar as me studying a certain situation in a third party's point of view. I haven't been blogging about myself lately. That is, I've no idea what to 'discuss' about myself. Have been stucked at home these days. Just like the gloomy weather, I'm not feeling good either. I don't feel like talking to people nowadays.

Did I mention that I am still in love with isolation?

Its really nice to be alone at times.. very peaceful.. cos whenever with people, there's always this possibility to argue/debate be it intentional or not. I rather not see someone for a very long time than see him/her often. Absence makes the heart fonder (whatever).

I hate going out because that means spending money. It seriously is a torture to be declared broke. I want to look for a job but can't put my finger on argh... forget it.. >.< Not really financially 'crippled' anyway.. just got to scrimp and save for the Dec 6 school reopen week.

Life's a struggle.

But don't afraid to be different.