These days I've been sleeping later and later...
Sighs. I end up sleeping about an hour later than I'd like, because I'm constantly doing things that I find hard to break away from. Such things include drawing, for instance. And I forget what I'm supposed to be doing...
Sometimes I don't really know what's worth it and what's not.
But I try to do things for God. I try.

Anyway, I'm done with that ballpoint pen drawing of mine that I really wanted to do. It's the nicest ballpoint pen drawing I've done all year, I think. It's also for ~sola-cat, who wanted to see my next ballpoint pen drawing too, yeah But I hope it's alright...

I'm moving next week Monday. Moving is tedious but it's worth it. It forces us to clear up and organize our stuff that has accumulated over the twenty years that this house has belonged to our family. Which is a good thing, I suppose. I'm just going to be living on the 17th floor in this penthouse condominium, which is still in Pasir Ris, so I'm sort of happy. I've been living on the ground floor for practically my whole life, so this is really going to be one big change for me. Which I sincerely hope I'll be able to cope well with and get used to. It's a good experience I guess, getting over my little fear of heights and all. Sure, the view is great, but sometimes I can't help but think of the 'what if's, like what if something falls and all.

I still want a cat. But I don't think my mother's opinion has budged since the last time I asked her, which wasn't very recent at all... Plus what if I get a cat and it falls out the 17th floor? Surely it's not going to land on it's four feet, it'll probably wonder why it hasn't touched the ground and go a bit slack and before you know it it's whammed itself dead on the ground and and people will stare at it in curiosity and they'll know it's my cat who can't land on it's four feet >.>

Maybe someday I'll get a cat. Maybe.