btw spring and summer

it's the best time of the year, when one should be sitting at a quiet corner at a cosy little cafe, drinking your favourite frappucino or watever it is, reading the book that you have been anticipating for it to publish, or even a book that you have read and feel like reading it over again because it was just too good.

it's the best time of the year, when one should be gathering her best buddies, hanging out at places under the not-too-hot sunshine, chit-chatting abt those good-old days, laughing abt how stupid and naive we were, and worrying abt getting old day by day.

it's the best time of the year, when one should enjoy an early dinner, and then head towards the ice-cream cart, n indulge in a white milky dream, while strolling by the lake, yet still avoiding duck poo along the way.

it's the best time of the year, when one should be getting into sport attires, doing stretching and warm-up exercises, lengthening those flabby muscles, loosening up those tight joints, getting all set and ready for a nice jog at a scenic park.

it's the best time of the year, when one should get up early, making french toast on the stove, blending healthy juice on the blender, eating breakfast in the garden, reading the day's paper, and breathing the first fresh air of the day.

it's the best time of the year, when one should prepare home-made sandwich, wrapping them carefully in sandwich bags, and preparing package crysanthemum tea, placing everything into a picnic basket, and head towards the downs, enjoying a sunny lunch.

it's the worst time of the year, to sit down like a robot, doing routine revision, doing routine reading-up for essays, and routinely feeling sleeping after lunch, and then routinely thinking of ways to prevent oneself from falling asleep, and ended up munching on biscuits. by late afternoon, one might be doing some mini stretching to wake oneself up, and then end up chatting and browsing the net. one then goes to atrium for sucky dinner, n head back to boring room, thinking y the hell it's still bright outside.

stop.

my mood is in extreme joy today. i shall not further spoil it.

n yes, i did enjoy my white milky dream dat i bought with 1 pound, just outside Newark Hall.

I am content, yes I am. I just need another walk by the lakeside, n i promise, i will get back to study.