What will happen if one day I just simply stop feeling amused? Life will be so boring that death is a much better prospect. I’m a restless person. Okay, not to the extent that I will need entertainment every single freaking hour. But, I need to feel amused. Only then, I’ll have the motivation to learn new things and to step out of my comfort zone. For instance, I was amused by the hopping motion a nail made when someone is hammering the surface near the nail. It's just me. I am easily amused.
Actually I wanted to blog about my day. After digging my brain for some recollection, it came over me in a rush that all recollections can be sum up into one word : rag. Yup, my life is revolving around rag comm now. I woke up at 1100am, ate brunch before going to comm hall, did engineering work, joke around a bit, packing up rag area and here I am in front of my laptop, trying to blog.