Stop, and smell the flowers...

Lately, the toilet-cum-shower has been an inspiration giver to me.

While spending my 10 minutes on the toilet seat, I couldn't help myself thinking of the many ways of relaxing. I pictured, like in the movies, a girl, running through the open fields, filled with newly blossomed flowers. The moment she landed her first steps on that field, the pollen, the butterflies, the bees - flew away in search of another peaceful spot to land on. She runs, with the grand music on the orchestra at fortissimo (I'm thinking of a suitable music for this, but I can't remember the exact title, so I'm settling on the Love Music by Rachmaninov in his Variations on a theme of Paganini, Variation 18, the climax). Wouldn't that be lovely? Like the title suggests, she would stop her frolicking over the fields and bend over to admire the beauty of daffodils in bloom and smell the lovely fragrant of flowers the embedded her.

Then I entered the shower. The instant I came out of it, without anything on my bare skin, I looked into the mirror on my right. There I saw a boy, waiting to grow up to be a man, someone who will be successful one day, or someone who is noticed, someone who stands out. And of course, I saw a boy who is drenched in almost-hot water, steam pouring out of the cubicle, looking pretty good with hair pulled back and some strands falling over his eyes. I wiped off most of the droplets on my face before attending to the rest of my body. I looked into the mirror again and said to myself that I looked good. Once in a while, a slight compliment for oneself isn't going to harm your self-esteem, and in fact, it brings some enlightment of some sort to brighten up your mood and feel good about yourself. So yes, I did take some Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie on the way back to my room, and chowed down the rest of the tub while watching Bruce Almighty on my little ol' laptop.

I managed to continue with my studying right after that, and completed almost half of the printed notes. 5 eighths more to go! I'm starting to dread studying linear algebra. I'm so sick of it. Not to forget to mention the last few days of procrastination by travelling to Leicester to visit one of our British-born friends, and wasting my life alone in my room watching Desperate Housewives and some movies in a marathon, when all this while I should've finished studying that horrible suject. Gosh.

I've been waking up with incredibly weird dreams. Sometimes, it even leaves a smile on my face. For God knows what reason, they have been really disturbing.

Oh, and my NUS card is still missing. God help.

PS: Isn't this impressive?