Cold beer with huge amounts of food, sea breeze, ridiculous topics and extremely witty replies.

Driving with the windows down, music blasting, impromptu karaoke session with the wind blowing our hairs left right up down.

CNY twas smashing thus far :)

But after such a awesome night, all I was capable of doing on a Sunday was....sleeping on the couch the whole afternoon with my legs still sore and mind totally blank. Woke up from a whole afternoon of hibernation feeling extremely unproductive, extremely dreading to attend school tomorrow, and just feeling shitty about everything.

Ate a packet of char kuey teow by myself. Opened up a tub of chocolate almonds and left it on the coffee table. Wrong move. Lost count of how many suckers I ate.

Pineapple's not as sweet. Hmmmm.

What do I want in life?

Life's monotonous and repetitive. After every week I feel the energy draining out of me, little my little, leaving behind an ambition-less, perpetually lazy and stoic being. With every bail out stunt I pull, I feel more and more afraid to approach the topic, fearing that the unknown would be too much to bear and too overwhelming. But, escapism isn't the way out and I detest feeling desperate and hopeless at the very last minute, feeling as though every effort is a futile one.

Time to get my act together.

But then again, I've been telling myself that for the past 2 months and nothing has taken shape thus far. Why have I allowed myself to turn out like this? Why?

This is sad.