I'm beginning to consider the theory that lounging my arse on the swirly chair followed by the hall sofa has bad repercussions on my habit of being overtly organised sometimes. I feel like I've fallen into a deeper hole of neat album artworks and aligned fingernails after spending 75 days of doing noooooooothing. I swear I was itching to arrange all the magazines in the doctor's office just now. IT WAS ALL TIME MAGAZINE. I couldn't decide on arranging them according to date or colour.
Who the hell arranges magazines with one single red border according to colour?
Wait...who even lets that thought creep through the back door of their head?
Me.
I was never like this. I SWEAR.
Few months ago, I spiritedly made a list of things to do while I'm on my semi-break from school before I go off to study..again. I ended up doing only 2 things.
For the record, I didn't learn Mandarin.
I didn't finish up my Sudoku Volume 3.
I didn't even finish half the video games I set out to play after SPM.
I didn't get a job. DAMN!
As an extension from the last one, I didn't save up much money.
DLKSADFLKSAFKASDKLFSDA I DIDN'T LEARN HINDI D:
I didn't change my wardrobe.
No sir, I most certainly did not.
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