Sleepless n relaxed, I'm now listening to the soft, peaceful unplugged songs of Norah Jones with the plannin'-wot-to-do mood for the rest of my rather long annual leave til 3 Apr. Okie man, I know it's self-indulgent of me, but I wanna try to lead a life of snail's pace, hoping to have a complete change to...

1) a lazzzzy pig thru' metamorphosis in just a few days' time. Yuck! I'm not one of those uncivilised smelly sods, but more like a sleep-til-my-back-hurts corpse.

2) a reading machine, which is really really old n slow. It should be an antique (rather than a vintage item, I would say) that you should throw it away immediately in a bid to justify your capability n existence... cuz in a sense, it's juz TOoo unncessary n unhelpful.

3) a drunken parasite having too much shopaholics. Simply put, I juz accomodate the needs of my increasingly crazzzy shopping evil deep inside my heart. Burning money [papers] is hassle-free, anywayz.

4) an exercise book that needs to be accomplished some repetitive tasks regularly. My grade is not bad so far cuz I keep going to gym frequently these days. Alright... B+, man.

5) an uncompromising film "revolver". Juz like the revolving loan, I saw the old movies again to refresh my memory, and to get additional feel n insight from the stories. Hey... you know me well.

After it all, let me sum up here. VIC = Lazy+Slow+Crazy+Repetitive+Uncompromising.

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