There are some days that you just don’t mind just sleeping in that extra half hour. It makes a difference.

Been looking through my archives again. The post count is down. Not that I’m too busy to write anything, it’s only since nothing new revolves around me (it’s work, play, eat and sleep only these days) that I’ve not had anything interesting to write about.

I’m still settling into the daily routine somewhat. Quite used to it already, and am not complaining about anything. Heh, a lot of people find that I tend to be neutral towards everything around me. “How was your weekend?”, “It was alright.”. Not that I don’t enjoy the things I do, it’s just not something that overwhelms me with joy. Some things do, like certain music or movie scenes that depict strong emotions. Those things move me.

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On the topic matter. I’ve been trying to clean up my room for the last couple of years I’ve stayed here. It’s always a half hearted attempt. This time round, I decided to look ‘deeper’ into the problem. Heh, figured I had a lot of papers lying all over the place. It’s either bills or some other random letters I receive that I’m reluctant to throw away. It was only earlier this year that I decided to throw out a chapter of my life and dump out bills I’ve had since 1999. They’ve never been much use other than taking up space, but you’d be assured that nothing was missing and if you really wanted to, you could reconstruct my daily cashflows for the last couple of years. Although it wouldn’t be accurate, considering I’ve received so much ‘gift’ cash that was an external input into the system.

Anyway, since the last post I decided I’d clean up my room. Have a little table near my bed that’s piled up with papers. As a kind of encouragement to get myself to clean up the mess, I decided to move all of it on top of my bed. Well, the idea was that if I wanted to sleep at night, I’d needed to clean it up first. Well, that was an idea that backfired. Was too inclined to watching Full Metal Alchemist that I forgot about it until I wanted to turn it. Looking at the pile of mess, I’m like, ‘Oh crap.’ So guess what I do, I just move everything from the bed onto the floor (there was one night I shared half my bed with all my stuff as I fell asleep halfway watching FMA). Heh.

The next day, I make time to sort things out. Decided that I’d like to file away my bills so that they’d be neat and proper without taking up too much space. I do not have a hole puncher. So five minutes into cleaning up, I put it down again. That’s the end of cleaning up for that day, so the mess remains. Bought a hole puncher later that day but didn’t touch it until yesterday.

Have time to do some cleaning today. Take out my hole puncher and grab the nearest bill I could find. ‘Click’ as I press the hole puncher together. ‘Eh? Why is there only ONE hole?’ Tested my ‘Made in China’ Officeworks branded hole puncher. Apparently the spring on one side wouldn’t compress all the way, hence it was not possible for one side to actually cut through the paper. So five minutes into cleaning up, I put down my pile of papers again. That’s the end of cleaning up for the day. Exchanged and replaced the hole puncher today and am writing this post now.

Heh, slow and steady they say. The room shall be cleaned! You’d assume and think that this was an easy process. It is, I don’t know why I made it so complicated.

Usually when I post something at this time of the day (note time stamp), it usually means I’m still up from the previous night having been doing something addictive (or an assignment that’s due on this very day). Heh, it’s been a while since I’ve got up this early.

Heh, I have to say that 6am-7am is the sweetspot for getting things that have been backdated to be done. There’s virtually no one I know who’s around to chat, even with friends from varied time zones. I’m thinking it’s just the excitement of Friday having arrived that woke me up (since I have tomorrow to look forward to), but the stupid reason I got up was because there was this deal for a big chunk of land which was at a bargain price in my dream that got me excited (practically a steal!). Actually, this reminds me of Alaska, how a US senator (I think) bought the rights to that wasteland (because it was so barren and so cold being so far north) for only a couple of cents, and they dubbed it Whitman’s Folly. Little did they know that there would be gold on that junkland that nobody wanted.

Water’s done. For coffee purposes. Heh. Fix that up and I’m ready to do some tidying up.