I didn't do much today, and am thus quite annoyed with myself. All I did was laze around in bed, listening to Lifehouse and trying to read my Economics notes, falling asleep, waking up to eat, then lazing around in bed and trying to read the notes again, then falling asleep again.

If my dad didn't wake me up to go running with him and my brother, I reckon I should still be rotting away in bed now. Speaking of running... we went to run at the reservoir. It's been eons since I last went there. Lots of changes since then. You can actually fish there now, not to mention kayak. I couldn't really enjoy the scenery as I usually do, which was a pity, because the view is quite breathtaking, especially when the sun is setting.

I love nights like these, when the breeze is just right; cool and comforting. It's an ideal night for sitting at the beach, beneath a bright canopy of stars, sipping a fruit cocktail (which I will only like in my imagination. I hate alcohol.) and feeling the wind lift your hair off your neck.

I miss my primary school. Chinese lessons with 6.9 were something I looked forward to, because it gave me a chance to see my crush. I sat just in front of him, so I was really quite a happy girl. But the happiest I was when I rushed down to the basketball court during recess with my guy classmates, and we would play non-stop for that half-hour or forty minutes or so. When I had prefect duty, and had to leave class early, I'd go to the canteen and eat nasi lemak with my Malay friends, then when we departed for our respective stations, I'd run down to the basketball court instead. Ahaha. And to think I was in the Prefect Committee.

I wonder why people want to get into politics and dedicate their entire lives to it. You have to run the country day in, day out, make laws for the good of the people, govern them well... What's in it for you? Sure, you earn a hell lot, but you can earn a hell lot being a doctor or lawyer too. Is it really the power that drives people to be ministers and what not??

Okay, I still have to complete the essays on Communism. The Manifesto is actually quite an interesting read, but still. No Karl Marx = No Communism = No headache.