Every so often (more so than often, really), I get an urge to be a regular blogger so that I can look back in my archives and find out what is it I did on a particular day three years ago. But as my faithful readers reader Natasha can tell, these impulses usually last the span of one blog entry.

I lead a frightfully boring life, and since I detest blogging about mundane daily activities that probably also took place in the lives of a million other people worldwide, the two factors combine to present a very sporadically-updated blog. I have long come to accept that I will never be one of those people who appear to have an endless stream of photographs depicting various moments in their daily life. This is partly due to my inability to recall the existence of my camera even though I have been carrying it around all day, and also partly due to the fact that if I were to pick up a habit of photo-logging, it is likely to churn out countless photographs of me deep in slumber, or plugged in to my ipod.

So, yes. My lifestyle does not present me with much blogging material, as is evident in the fact that my lack of blogging material has become blogging material in itself.

Am I even aware that I am still talking?

But for the sake of Natasha who is bored stiff (and also frozen stiff) in London, I will make it a point to scour for interesting events everyday. And because I'm living in NTU, God knows that's no easy feat.

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7:11 PM