Dazed days

After climbing four flights of stairs, I start to lose focus and deliberately lose my balance while walking. Funny thing is, it only applies to a particular place and time. It hit me after having to go through the same thing every single week on Thursdays at 3pm in Building N. The building doesn't have a lift or anything, it's a pretty isolated building at the back of the Cheese Building. So, every time I make my way up to Room N3.09 (3 means its on the third floor), its always a close call of tumbling at the very last few steps. It takes me approximately 45 seconds to a minute to reach the top (yes, I'm a snail. Blame it on the backpack full of bricks).

And so, theoretically speaking, this opens to a few possibilities:

1) I get bored easily doing the same thing for more than a minute. Hence, the thoughts fly elsewhere. I might have it somewhere in my head that climbing stairs is a drag when I could be flying a kite instead.

2) I am always hungry. I am not enjoying the fact that my metabolism rate is as high as the sky. All I think about the next minute is something to munch on. Safe to say the last few steps could be of Hungry Jack's or even better, Nasi Goreng Tomyam.

3) Almost half of the day has been spent in school, so I might be all tired already by 3 o'clock.

4) For a more logical answer, I'd say I'm lacking sufficient amount of exercise. I stopped swimming, I don't run around the house only to find myself with a broken nose anymore. It's pretty but its even uglier. I'm just tired most of the time. Brisk-walking might count a wee bit though. Although at most times when I end up on this bed where I'm typing this, I'll completely doze off. Kalah orang kerja kilang.

Here's to a tired life. I'm still trying to figure out whether it's something to be content about or not. But there's a smile on my face somehow. Could it be?