Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Everytime i pack i bring these stuff: the CSR book, the thesis chapters. And i will not have time to open them in four or five days. In naga, there is just no time. I am out most of the time. When no time to sit on a table. And when, in the afternoon, i am too beat, too tired to even care, or remember. When on travel, it depends on the car sometimes. If the car is not 4x4, i'd rather enjoy the view, no matter how familiar, than suffer the bumps and listlessness. When in the hotel, the hours are few. But i still bring the stuff. Waiting for the right snd perfect moment, which rarely comes.