Conflicts.

Conflicts of the Inner Self.

If I ever had a book written about myself, that would be the title.

It's been the usual time-waster week. Not much accomplished in terms of academic duties. Managed to spend entire monthly rental from Joyce and perhaps more in say 3 weeks. Been busy this whole weekend. Foosed and pooled the entire afternoon yesterday (but it was fun) and then today, in about half an hour's time, I'm supposed to meet some relatives in KLCC. And I haven't decided if I really wanna go or not.

A part of me wants to stay home, do some housework, some homework, start that Foundation Pharm essay, study Physiology, sleep sleep sleep cuz I've been bloody sick the past few days and I really need the rest especially since the tournament is all day tomorow. Meh. Maybe all that orange will keep my energies up. Maybe the "designers" took a cue from English class and picked orange cuz it represents vitality, joviality and the general good natured-ness.

Speaking of orange:

Alvin: Hey, Ee Lynn, ask me if I'm orange.

Ee Lynn: Okay, are you orange?

Alvin: Of course not, you dumbass!

Me: (*blank stare*)

There's a point when the lame surpasses the funny-lame limit and inundates itself unto the non-funny lame region. These are interesting times where new heights of lameness are reached.

Back to the conflicts of inner self. Another part of me wants to go. Because staying at home will just be another Saturday staying at home and wondering what on earth I should do to pass the time away. Prolly come 10pm, I'll blast the speakers with Blondie's "Maria" and maybe The Beatles' "Real Love" (as recommended by Khai Yong) and start dancing like it's New Years at the Hill Billy Convention. And that will be the prime of the day. Dang nammit. If the LRT was just outside my door, I wouldn't think twice about making the journey all the way to KLCC. Or anywhere for that matter.

Interesting times where new heights of laziness are surpassed. I disappoint myself sometimes.

Well, my medicine has finished and the cartoon lady on the September of my calender has a really nice V-neck top which I really wish I really had.

Yea, yea. I'll go to KLCC. It'll be refreshing seeing me grandma again. And all those other peeps I haven't seen in two years. And all that almost stopped me from not seeing them is the short walk to the LRT station.

New levels of laziness indeed.