I absolutely did not do much today. I mean I am in Houston now and should be going out and doing stuff. But I just do not feel like moving somedays and just want to laze around and be a couch potate. And did is just what I did. Watched a football match at home, then watched a Hindi movie called the Chennai Express. It was quite cheezy and all, but it was alright. Shah Rukh Khan movies are generally alright. Then watched Breaking Bad, watched about 5 episodes. Needed to pull myself away from watch too much of it. And we also watched a tv comedy introduced by my sister Lydia called Fresh Off the Boat which is about an Asian family moving to America and starting lives here. It is quite funny and good. Many things they talk about I can relate to with Asian culture, but it doesn't make it any less cringe-worthy though. We also just started the new trial of Netflix. It's pretty good. For just 9-10 dollars, I guess you get a lot of good quality entertainment.
I know what I write here is pretty mundane. I guess my life is just pretty mundane. But writing is writing. And better writing something, than not writing at all. Even if I have no inspiration now, and my thoughts are all over the place. I feel slowly but surely I will get my writing rhythm back again, and maybe I will find my inspiration. Even if not though a natural discourse, I feel writing here is an indication of my will to get back into writing and tapping back into my creativity.
Anyways, I just downloaded a book by Haruki Murakami whomy wife said is pretty good. I will give it a read on my Kindle. The book is Underground. No idea what it is about...
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