Binocular Eyes

I feel like a stereotypical, old-fashioned writer. Only in the sense that I have a mug of coffee within reach when writing. I am stereotypical, but not old-fashioned.

Well, this mid-semester holiday is bound to be very brief. There's a law assignment I need (must) get on with, 2 more tests to prep for, and heaps of promises to fulfill. A week to get it all done and I'm still gawking over the net for new releases by anyone/band. Ah, tomorrow never dies.

My conversation with Mimi lately had made us both agreed that life in Bote is getting exciting by the day. For me, I owe it all to my newfound pastime; tennis and volleyball. There's something about it all that makes me craving for more. I guess it's the court. I feel totally at ease once I'm in the compound. So what if my service is crooked and off-court? It's my racquet, my balls. Yeah, I got balls.

I am car-less since the Wira is in Damansara which is kinda frustrating because I am too dependant on it. I used to be able to go anywhere within the state by anything that is public. Even by foot. I still am, but not without moaning silently in my head. It's like tennis in a way. Regardless of their top-notch stamina, the reason why they can last long-hour matches is that they're not the ones picking up the balls when it is out of play. In my case, I'm more exhausted picking up balls all over the court (all 4 of them) than actually playing tennis. My argument should be noticed by now. It takes time to get yourself accustomed to things that are 'degrading' in a 'progressing' world. But no one's actually complaining about getting accustomed to things that are 'upgrading' which is a lot tougher. I am lost. Or maybe the world is.

Oh, I saw a book I bought long ago but never really bothered to finish it up. The coffee is still warm. Laters.