How are you doing?
It's almost a week since I came out of my room. Literally.
I am cybernating (hibernating and connecting to cyber world - to read literature! How diligent is that?!). Work hard and no play is such a diet. I think I lost one or two grams because of it. But I have to do it, my friend. I have to reach my target, finishing my thesis soon.
The only fun I have is doing Nodame Cantabile fart exercise every morning, to keep my blood circulation going. Have you tried this exercise? Haha, it's not what you think, farting all morning. It is an exercise without passing gas, unless you want it. The song is funny, the moves are hilarious, so much fun. Check it out in you tube and try it for yourself.
Well, anyway, today I am going out. I think the weather is nice. It is really weird summer here. Not so much sun. This past week is dominated by cloud, rain and thunder. But, since I was a cocoon, no big deal. Another reason that I have to go out is that I run out of groceries. Only have four eggs left and that's it.
Dude, if you come to my room, I advice you don't, you will see a mess. This is how the writer works, I mean me. Books, articles, papers are scattered on my table. Empty mineral water bottles are lining on the shelf. My mattress on the floor, my clothes are waiting to be ironed on the bed (yeah, like I will do it). The more I see it, the more I feel disgusted. I have to come to the finish line or this place will be Nodame's room. Conclusion and recommendation, my friend, and one more round from the start, and I am good to go.
Okay, change subject. You know what, I observe myself, and I think I have changed, in term of fashion. Really. I am now more girly and paying attention to details. I know, I know, it doesn't mean that I become such fashionable person (you can take a girl out of a country, but you can't take a country out of a girl), but somehow I feel better. I like the way I look. I think I hit puberty...hmm...
