Sat on my couch and looked out of the window. I was looking at the white clouds against the blue sky. Listened to "Ah, Sweet Dancer" by Michael O'suilleabhain. Then I saw a bird flying high up in the sky against the Regent Heights Tower. The bird soaring gracefully across the sky, making circles slowly and swiftly...it was almost like it was synchronised to the music I was listening to. It's beautiful.

This is one of those days where I just feel like I have absolutely no energy to do anything on my own. Maybe if someone called me up and asked me out for coffee or something, I might have some "direction" and something to do. No one called. My phone is sitting quietly on the shelf, getting charged. Where's my self-motivation? I don't even have the mood to do my laundry and to do my photo album No. 2.