Today at 11.30am I stood in the doorway and stared into the kitchen and this conversation took place in my head.
"I want milk."
"We need to eat la last meal was 5pm dinner."
"But I want milk. Loads." I looked around the kitchenware and spotted two of my mugs; a heirloom from Kak Bid and a soup mug birthday present from Kak Biha. "One mug not enough, two mugs too troublesome, not enough anyway."
"We don't have tall mug."
"Must go buy tall mug tomorrow."
Spotted a small jug. "How about warm milk in a jug?"
"Yaa we have that straw."
I imagined myself studying while drinking endless milk from the jug via the straw. So after three minutes of staring I proceeded to gleefully make myself a jug of warm milk.
Brought the jug into my room. The warmth was heavenly on my palms, I decided to forgo the straw and drink straight from the jug. It was wonderful.
An hour later I had to go back into the kitchen for more warm fluid. Ended up cooking instant noodle for the sake of the broth.
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I keep having to remind myself "You're 23, act your age, stop lazying, we have to excel this." But to no avail, I'm just too lazy. I suppose I'm still too youtful.
Until this test shattered all the illusion I considered reality. 48 years old grr.

