Hazy Lazy

Till this day,writing goes lower down the list.
I sensed that this is the point of decadence in coercing my brains to think and produce cohesive sentences coherently.That is, if I ever think properly these days.

Oh well. (See, the 'oh well' do sounds like I care less.)
It's the epitome of a being lazy.Well,my type of lazy.
Lazy - Feeling lazy to start,proceed,or repeat any voluntary daily routines that I'm obliged to do.
Very lazy -Not just I feel lazy,but I am being one lazy bum doing nothing the whole day.
Laziness overrated -I'm too lazy to think,feel,taste,see,or hear anything.* dissipated into void spaces*

And I'm supposed to make myself feel better by describing types of laziness.

Duh.

Moody Is As Moody Does.

It's a sad day when you find out that it's not accident or time or fortune but just yourself that kept things from you.

-Lillian Hellman-

I'm not in the mood for anything.This is bad.Whatever it is that's keeping me at my lowest point is definitely strong and I just hate it when that happen.
Because it would totally suck out the life-at-it's-best essence out of me.I seldom smile now,even to myself.

That quote up there even makes me feel worse.
Stupid is as stupid does,eh?
Whatever.

BackForwards

Oh yes,this is an attempt to kiss and make up during the period I left.

Yeah,I've graduated.
Unsettled,when that should feel relieving.
My undergraduate years have officially ended,and here comes the postgraduate year.On the registration day itself,listening to the briefing and what not,I heard myself asking, "What am I doing here exactly?"

This is a whole new level.Be it academically,socially,and personally.Summing the whole thing up,I think the undergraduate years almost felt like a joke.There,the juxtapose on the academic part.The loads are indeed heavier,heavier and heavier.You have to grow extra fast,and prepare to be prepared.Not denying either, that it is ever intriguing and thrilling to know how much and what you'll learn.Being in this phase and going through the process alone already consumed a big portion in you.I should asked myself earlier whether I am ready.

Almost discouragingly,I think I'm not,but I'm already paving the path.
So I guess I am R-E-A-D-Y.

Classes were scarce,but this is not a happily ever after matter for this lazy creature.Many things that came with it,along the way has been making me quite deurmekaar.But better a fool than never,eh? *wink*

Now,it's time to figure out what's the next step would be.

>> Having unnecessary necessities as a materialistic young lady,I do feel the need to land myself as a part-timer.Hunting for moneyh is one way to spend your time these days.
Earning money feels like forever and the next thing you know, they're all gone.Spent frivolously  in a blink of an eye.Making me even more careful in spending.As frugal as I can be,sometimes I just spend the whole thing without sentience. Hohoho.

“For there is no doubt that I have lots of words inside me; but at moments, like rush-hour traffic at the mouth of a tunnel, they jam.”

– John Updike,1989 - 

Oh and it's already new year.

The beginning is always void if you ask me.Now that totally reminds me of Malevich 'Black Square'.Never fail to amaze me.

Bak kata Sherlock Holmes,"Elementary". =D   

Malevich "Black Square"
(Thanks Wiki, for the pic!)