The warm and inviting sunshine slowly enveloped my entire room. Slowly yet unwillingly I woke up and heard my alarm clock say 6.45am. I rubbed my eyes...rubbed them some more, gave a loud and somewhat barbaric yawn you may say, then went back to my warm cosy bed and slept some more. It was a Monday nonetheless but it was a Monday with so much of a difference from other Mondays. It was a Monday where I knew deep down from the bottom of my heart that I would not need to do any kinds of s*it job especially for a certain gorilla. The Monday blues just past by quietly and gracefully...
Ate brunch at around 11.00am. Cooked whatever that I could find in my fridge. Today was one of those days where you just know that the last thing you would want to do would be to step out of your house and do something. Today was one of those days where you just wanted to do nothing...absolutely nothing at all. Yet deep down inside your hearts, you knew that your conscience would prick if you actually did nothing at all. Sometimes I just wished that life was much simpler. Minus all that hassle about keeping up with society’s pace and embracing the new challenges of what society throws at us...sometimes I just imagine what life would be if I were say a simple farmer's boy living on a small little farm where everything I grow is more than sufficient to meet my daily needs...yet isn't it ironical that while people who are living in less developed countries are striving towards a life of affluence and status in developed countries, people living in developed countries are actually hoping for the direct opposite. Paradoxical.
Spent the day at home since my mum forbade me to leave the house especially since I had just recovered from a fever the day before. Yet I think I recovered from my fever my eating all that fried and spicy stuff that my uncle fed me at his house yesterday for dinner. Anyhow, I stayed at home so as not to further aggravate matters at home.
Sometimes I am just so tired of all these quarrels that my sister and my mum are having at home. I feel like completely shutting myself from all these nonsensical arguments but it's quite impossible to do so. I have though taken a stepped back in all these arguments. Am I doing the right thing? The answer ain't just a simple yes or no. There's more than it meets the eye...
Dinner was late as my mum was caught in a traffic jam. Trudged back to camp...the same old stuff again...
