One more week. One more week of these boring, miserable holidays and I'm going back to school and getting on with a life.

But, it's rare that one can wake up late in the morning, not worrying about being late, and enjoying some lukewarm Chinese tea while reading up and working on reviews.

It's all for a good mood - rare to come by once poly kick-starts.

It's good time to percolate on what one did the previous week, and to see if there's anything more to do for the current week.

But my brain is not a formulated calender that's flawless. Finicky funny function.

I guess, if there would be anything I'd miss from these holidays, it would be the late mornings, because who hates an early morning?

Unless it's to watch the sunrise, I don't think anybody does.

This week looks like a slacked and lazy week to me.

And what is there to do...

Maybe go visit my grandma in hospital? She's been ever-so-bad since cancer took hold of her lungs, and now obstructs her trachea (the part where air goes into and out of the lungs) and has been making her wheeze. An operation is due tomorrow to assist, but it's no cure. She asked the doctor if he could totally kill the cancer in her lungs, be he said he could not.

That being said, morning has reached its nigh. Time for another cup of tea.