I woke up late today. My alarm didn’t go off at 9:30am. I guessed I must have turned it off by accident last night. I slipped in and out of dreamland a couple of times and finally crawled out of bed at 11:40am. Darn, there goes my hope of working in the morning, half a day wasted in bed.
I proceed to go to the lab, then to work. It’s not a matter of choice I guess. I had to change my plans of going to Dominions to buy fruits. Maybe I would go to Chinatown later to get some rather low quality apples.
I haven’t been talking to many people these days. It’s all the same few. OF, my other housemate, my ROP mates, colleagues, lab mates? It’s pathetic. I could count the number of people I speak to with my fingers. I’ve nothing much to say I guess. Life is a routine, I usually go to 2 places: the research labs and BA (my other admin job). It’s always the same, I wake up and drink milk (I’ve given up hope of eating breakfast, it’s far too tedious), then I check the weather for rain and go off to work, usually in berms and a t-shirt. I go home, read my GRE/economics, eat dinner while watching Simpsons and then back to reading. These days, I read news instead of books (it has been a really long time since I sat down with a good book *sigh*). CNN, ST Interactive, Dilbert, Dilert's Blog… The same websites, the same routine.
Yes, I know. Many people have told me, my life is wonderfully great. I’m spending my college years overseas, spending summer in Italy, visited Tokyo, New York, London (blah, blah, the great cities). I have a job, my GPA is surprisingly decent, life seems to be working out well. Yet, a lot of my life probably remains untold. I guess I’m at the stage/age that I have to decide on what I want in life yet I am still unable to firmly grasp this concept. I remain unable to articulate my frustrations or even pin down what is nagging at me.
Life still moves on even though I remain lost. I just get sweep up with the current flow. I guess, I’ll just let life bring me where ever I’m supposed to go.
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