Here I am, lying on the bed,
enjoying the breeze from the ceiling fan,
thinking hard of what to do.
So I have read a few books.
Sprinkled a few trip-plans on my holiday calendar.
Turned my room to a more presentable one, which, has returned to its original face by now.
And what should I do now?
Maybe I should start writing about my life again.
Post-exam pleasure?
Phuket-Krabi escapade?
Blooming relationship?
Welcome back.
