I'm Lazy and I'm Ashamed of Myself

I'm so lazy these days its unbelieveable. I mean, at least I still have the motivation to pick up course books to revise and go to lectures on time. Besides that, I've been living like a tramp under the roof.

If strangers were to come visit me they'd think I'm heartbroken or something - ungelled hair, unshaven, wearing creased jeans & T-shirts. The expression I portray is moodless and even my usual huge "longan" size eyes have been reduced half into like... The appropriate oriental size.

Since my sister have been MIA for weeks lodging in her friends place doing her dissertation for masters, I've been alone for weeks. Even worse, after quitting my job, I hardly communicate with anyone. Days go by where I don't even speak or make a sound - and when I do, my throat makes wierd moaning noises.

I'm so moodless to do anything that I just satisfy my hunger with whatever is leftover in the fridge. For the past few days, I've just been living off my sister's frozen chicken nuggets. Oh, the SHAME! To think I used to be a chef. It's disgraceful, Chung Fui.

OK, time to move on. Will pop down to Tesco and get some fresh food. If I don't kick my own fat arse, nobody will.