i think my muscles will completely atrophy by the end of the holidays. i am turning into a spineless slug with the braincell count of a single-celled organism. the sofa is my habitat! just place a handphone, a remote control, a bunch of VCDs, a few bags of lays bbq chips, within an arms reach and i will THRIVE.

well lets see, yesterday i spent the entire day alternating between a) sleeping AND b) watching tv AND c) stone. talk about a meaningful existence. just throw in a carton of beer and i'd turn into an old paunchy middle-aged man.

and so the degeneration begins. the word "productivity" has been flung out of the window along with assorted OB/ECONS/IT notes which i hope i will NEVER EVER have to see again in my life. ok..indeed i dont.

i've watched so much TV i can practically describe to you in detail EVERY SINGLE advertisement (Superhost being the trademark of Channel U advert now)i need something to do. and i need to stop descending into bouts of narcolepsy and falling asleep every few seconds. i couldn't even get through a MOVIE without falling asleep, and your brain is supposed to be more inactive while watching TV than while sleeping. this must be the repercussions of chronic sleep deprivation for most of the year. i think i may just dig a hole and go into hibernation.

i am traumatised for LIFE. i was sitting down on the living room floor, doing my work on the coffee table while watching GOTCHA when i felt something tickling my leg. thought it was my kid bro and so i peeked under. to my utmost horror, it was the biggest(no 2nd biggest on second thoughts)cockroach i've ever seen in my 20 years! i screamed feebly (courtesy of sore throat) and scrambled away. but it decided to traumatise me further by coming straight at me! screamed endlessly while i jumped onto the sofa, followed by my dad bursting from his bedroom wondering what on earth happened to me. YUCK. that abhorrent creep met with its end soon after. i'm still scarred for life.