When the novelty wears off, everything will be back to normal

*Yawns*
*stretches*
*glances out of the window*
*flips through the newspaper*
*flips through i-weekly*
*plays mine sweeper for half an hour*
*yawns*
*stretches*
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And the routine goes on. I’m precariously approaching the verge of self-demonisation, unless someone reaches out a hand and gives me something to do. The workaholic’s greatest nightmare is manifesting.

I’ve taken to blog-surfing these few days to help myself tide over those long and dreary periods of nothing-to-do hours in the office. Yes, I still harbour a strong aversion towards ‘narrators’- people who love to blog about brushing teeth, eating breakfast, going to school, etc. These people should watch the Armed Forces advertisement – The guy watches a movie about his own life while everyone else in the theatre’s fallen asleep out of boredom – before contemplating such a bland style of blogging. Other than that, a person bored off her socks (a.k.a me) would probably be receptive of everything else.

Tree-huggers are going to put me on their ‘wanted’ list for wasting away multiple dozens of tissue paper on those flu-ridden days. I can’t help it. Even Panadol cold tablets do little to relief the cold symptoms. Looks like the skin on my nose is going to start peeling again.

I’m glad that feeling of teenage infatuation is wearing off. I ain’t that much interested in suave features or pretty boy idols after this ‘low-tide’ period. Looks alone can’t bring you very far in life, it seems. My admiration for singer-composers with substance still stands strong at this point of time, no doubt about it. Yes, I’m a little melancholic about my sudden loss of interest which I spent a substantial amount of hard-earned money on, but they and I can’t be forever young.