before (a few months ago i think), my whole week would revolve around planning where to go/hang/chill/party (whatever you want to call it) for the weekend. If by Thursday, I'd still have no plans, I'd go on a semi-internal depression/panic mode. i may be exaggerating but judge me anyway.

But now, I'm home on a Friday night. I hardly got out of bed all day. I just ate ice cream (had my chipped tooth pulled out) in front of my TV and/or laptop. and then that kenny roger's takeout. The point is, I'm feeling okay (quite happy actually) about it and i don't have even have the slightest urge to go out. Regardless of the tooth extraction. 

Ming and I attribute this to our current mantra: "tiguwang naman gud ta (trans: we're getting old)." I wonder if that's really the reason though.

Maybe, the laagan-ness, playful face (kiat ug nawng)-phase will come back. maybe it won't. either way, i'm not complaining. :)