It's a quiet night filled with avid web surfing, and the ever-faithful iTunes. Count on it to emphasize the calm setting with sounds of Norah Jones, Damien Rice, and Telepopmusik. It's almost like there is some sort of correlation between the both. All I need now is a cup of cappuccino, as ironic as it seems but somehow it serves to amplify the mellowness of it all. As cliche as it sounds, it's been a while since I've really spent time typing on anything else besides required documents to meet deadlines. Sometimes it's really uplifting, but most of the time it just feels too much like a chore. Nonetheless here I am on a Monday morning, vomiting just about anything that flies by anatomically upstairs. There's this feeling of content encompassing me, maybe it's the free time gradually drowning hours of my life, or maybe it's because after many unsettling months, I finally found myself a field of grass and few stems of daisies to soak in. Everything is well, apart from worrying finances. It's been lovely thus far, my three days of idleness. Am definitely not looking forward when boredom smacks me in the face. Perhaps it's time to do some of the things I've always wanted to..