I've got a craving to blog. At this unearthly hour when I'm supposed to be pining for my bed, I'm slouched infront of the computer satisfying the mildly bizarre desire of itching to churn out a nonsensical entry.

I think all I really want to indite is the soothing emotion I got out from sitting under the void deck with a couple of old classmates whom I can call friends. We didn't do anything particularly productive in any fashion, but the very sound fact that I could feel comfortable sharing my life with them and have the assurance that they feel almost similar sincerely taps the bottom of my heart. I guess I really do enjoy just settling down in a mismatched attire with people who matter, and a couple of drinks to go along with the occasion. Peace at heart, is what best describes the feeling. And I'm praying we'll remain this bonded in time to come.

So my next step to a healthier lifestyle, of which I've been trying to live up to, is to start exercising again. I used to have table tennis training thrice every week while I was still in secondary school, but now that I'm no longer in a physically draining CCA and that I've passed that stage of schooling, I've realised how convenient training in secondary school was. It was exercise I didn't have to set determination to, to accomplish (probably cos I was required to turn up). As of late, I've been feeling extremely out of shape, not mention look out of shape, and uncomfortably lethargic. And I suppose there're a few other baneful activities I could cut down on. Clubbing (and everything that conspires with it), late nights (but c'mon, every poly student gets that), bingeing (God so kill my cravings, please), and the list briefly continues.

Mayb I should practice cutting down on one of those more minor atrocities now. Late nights.