I just realized how, should I say, lazy I am. I was sitting at my table doing nothing for a whole half an hour. Then, I finally thought of the reason. The reason which I think is true. I was lazy to take a bundle of stapled notes from my bag, which was right behind me. I found it just TOO TEDIOUS to turn around, open my bag and pull out a few sheets of paper stuck together by this cool thing called staples, which if you don’t know, is made of metal. I wasn’t lazy to do work. Or maybe I was. I don’t know. All I know is that if you gave me work, I will do it. But I am just too freaking lazy to swing my chair around, open my bag, bend down and flip that whole pile of crumpled papers which by the way, looks like some documents which have been scavenged from the rubbish dump. I also do not have a file. And in case you wonder, yes! I am too lazy to search for a file from my shelf which is currently full of books which I am very sure that I will NEVER NEVER use it again. Of course, I am too lazy to pack it and reorganize it. However, there are some stuff which I am NORMALLY not lazy to do, that is, everything besides packing my shelf which can LITERALLY make anyone who has the bad luck to rearrange it collapse. And turning around, bending down and searching for that stack of notes and reaching for my ring file just less than 50cm away from me to take some tuition homework out. Why? Because it is in a paper bag and I am too lazy to open that paper bag and pull the file out of it. Somehow I am not lazy to write this. The answer, which I regret to inform you, is not on this blog. The only answer I can think of is because the idea just flowed into my mind without me trying to ‘reach’ for it.