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Y Wednesday, June 13, 2007
12:27 am
Funny how we don't realize how important something is until we lose it. Well, I'm sure most of us grouse about the lack of time to do anything. If there's a task that isn't quite the motivator, the overused, sickening phrase "No time." is used.

And now we have the holidays. Lack of time shouldn't be an issue at all. Yet after the holidays, it pops out yet again, not unlike those whack-a-moles in arcades. Then we're left to wonder what the heck we were doing during the one month break.

Lost time -> Regret.

Pretty much sums up my current predicament. I know what needs to be done. Really. It just doesn't happen. Willpower problem I guess. Only difference this time round is I realize it halfway into the holidays. Actually, I bet we all know what needs to be done. It's just always at the back of our heads somewhere and most of the time pushed into that obscure corner on purpose. Gotta love being human.

Ah. Feeling so melancholic and I can't explain why. Guess it's due to the guilt of not knuckling down and studying. What the heck, I'm going around in circles.

I learned an interesting lesson during the sleepover at MC's. Two, actually. First, never sleepover when the reason for the stay over is a late night hardcore mah jong session. I'm serious.

Now, I don't even know how to play mah jong, nor am I interested. Gambling just doesn't cut it for me. No, cards aren't any better, even if no money is involved. Indulge in me when I say I've forced myself to appreciate what everyone's crazy about. Inclusive of "omg so cool imbal" card tricks. I sum them all in one phrase. Sleight of hand. Nothing new, this topic has already been covered. Moving on.

Second lesson. Always bring a packet of tissue where ever I go. Damnnit, I've lost count of the number of times when my nose decided to overload itself and make me miserable. Betroth a sensitive nose with morning sinus and you've got a pretty potent combination of nasties. It's not fun. MC's place not having a box of tissue in sight definitely makes me feel a lot better.

Of course, there was tissue. I just didn't look hard enough. There was a small 10-piece 2-ply travel pack in MC's bag one floor down, where there was no one present. Who woulda thunk?!