I love it that on Mondays, my body aches deliciously from the previous night's badminton game. I missed last week's badminton session with my AtSCA friends and although our game last night was not the best, it was nice to be able to sweat again. Dmac and Mour plan to join the Adidas tournament and bring the idea up of me joining too. I decline. I'm not that competitive, I say. Well, so much for deciding to get out of this mediocrity rut.

Although I know that last night's play has its advantages, I fear it has disadvantages as well. I timed in late again. I've only thirty minutes to spare for my tardiness (we are allowed an hour per month) and it's only the second week. I also forgot to bring the apples I bought for my breakfast. Still there was no rush. My languid state right now might even prevent me from accomplishing much at work. The feeling is weird. Everything is quiet although three feet from me, Tanya and Marissa are sharing the usual office banter. This is weird. Something's missing but I feel all right.

P.S. News just broke in. My dad has gotten a new semi-kal haircut. Horror of horrors! Okay, I was telling him for the longest time to get one but now I realize, it's not my nagging that finally got him to do it because I've stopped already. It's the acceptance that he has to have a groovy cut now that he is growing quite old. Cute, cute!