Procrastinate.

Lying on my queen-sized bed which I shared with my little sister for the last, what, ten? Twelve years?

Wifi's a bit slow. So I'm using my hotspot-ed mobile internet for my laptop, which is right beside my head.

Staring at the MOTUL sticker we put on the center of the ceiling fan's face. When the fan is rotating, I love watching the letter O and T merged and became number 9. And lower-cased G.

Where did I get the MOTUL sticker again?

Out of the nine caps I have on my wall, 5 of them are caps from the extinct Formula One teams.

Okay, West McLaren Mercedes sounds familiar, but now it's without the 'West' laa. And Jordan GP, anyone? I'm pretty sure that was Sarah's favorite team. And that McLaren was mine.

After Kimi left McLaren, I started to go for drivers. Not the teams anymore. Because Mika Hakkinen was kinda hot too and he WAS in McLaren, before Kimi succeeded him. And I pretty much got stuck with Kimi since then.

And I can see small cracks on the ceiling, near the wall.

It's raining out outside.

And it's quiet in here. Wanted to turn on the radio, but to reach for the power button? I is lazy.

I think my brother just went into his room to take his bath. He is lazy too.

Saw Curt Mega's tweet about his Ben Diaries project. I always wanted to watch the series, but still has not found the will to actually go and watch it.

I think I should sort the mess on my table. So many historical artifacts. But not now maybe?

I think my one of my wall lamp will break if I don't remove our (Sarah and I) medals we got throughout our school years. Mostly from our sports days and some of the district level sports.

But if the lamp is broken, we can ask Ayah for a new, cool-looking lamp right?

Right?

Which reminds me of a question, will I ever get one during my varsity years? Medals, I mean.

But it is not UM, or UiTMs. Where they have softball teams. Curse you, UTP.

Oh, maybe I should buy a new slim backpack for my classes next semester. The thin, Body Glove-ish one? I loved Nike's tribal-like design, but there's no way Ibu's gonna buy me another one since she already belanja-ed me an Adidas tote.

Oh, I'll buy it on the first of May then. I'll have to ask him if there's an Al-Ikhsan outlet there. And maybe we can search for a messenger bag he always wanted during that outing too.

Shit. This coming semester. Shit shit shit.

Aaaaand my Twitter's timeline is moving at a sloth-on-a-lazy-day-with-a-sore-leg pace.

Just like my mind.

And I have no idea what my comb is doing in the middle of my bed.

Maybe I'll just watch marathons! Of Glee. Or Supernatural. Or Skins. Or Harry Potter. Or Back to The Future. Or whatever movies I have here in my scarlet Toshiba.

I miss watching the difference between pre-Blaine Kurt, and post-Blaine Kurt. I miss watching the gorgeous eyes of a caring brother named Dean. And I just watched Prisoner of Azkaban a month ago on TV. And it's been a while since I last watched Alex Pettyfer in anything.

But I know, within thirty minutes, I'm gonna stop watching whatever it is I decided to watch and start another movie.

Which reminds me, I haven't finish watching A Very Potter Senior Year yet. Fuck.

Aha. Maybe I'll listen to some Darren Criss. And I'll fall asleep right away.

But it's nearing Asar, and Ibu had been complaining about my sleeping-after-Asar habit. So, no. Sigh.

Maybe I should read, you know? Novels, especially. I love fictions. I missed my chance to scavenge awesome bookstores during my high school.

And no, Kulim only had this one bookstore which is manned by Chinese woman, selling stationary and those great Malay novels. Those by Aisya Sofea, Damya Hanna and quality stuff. Not like the silly, plotless so-called love novels nowadays. And Landmark only opened when I was in my senior year. And the idk-what-is-the-bookstore's-name is no MPH. It looked modern enough but still Paleolithic-ish.

So far, during this holidays, I finished Cecilia Ahern's Book of Tomorrow. But I forgot where I put my Thanks For The Memories. I need to find it then.

But I is lazy.

So what to do? Lay on my bed. And waste almost two hours in front of my computer, writing this pointless post.

And tomorrow, I'm gonna have the same internal debate. Same brain speed. Same level of laziness.

Damn. Gila pemalas aku ni.

OH I'VE DONE SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE WOOT I CREATED A NEW RINGTONE FROM TAYLOR SWIFT'S 22.

Still. Damn. Malas. Kbye.