Typical weekends usually packed with classes, where I don’t need to plan because my schedule dictates. However, when classes were suddenly canceled with no backup plan, here’s how the unplanned day unfolded:
Extended my sleep schedule until 9 am, then sat on the chair with an empty mind while the radio played in the background. The Happaholic’s concert began with “kanmani anbodu” , slightly distracting me as I consumed food and watched YouTube. I randomly ranted my best friend and engaged in a heated argument about Ram vs. Ravana with another friend, pull out the “soonaa paanaa” energy. Received a reply email from my favorite content creator, putting me on cloud nine. Experimented with a recipe from a saved Instagram reel with my mom’s guidance, which unexpectedly turned out well.

Read a few pages of “Diary of a Young Girl” and spent some time in silence. Reviewed my journals to ensure I’m an evolving weirdo. Studied for a bit before taking a nap and scribbled something. Playfully teased my brother and mother, played so called football, and watched cartoons with my neighbor’s kid. Offered relationship advice to a friend with my “love guru” energy, Imitated my dad in front of him, and I suppose he regretted the decision to bring me into this world. and watched a movie that left me in tears. Listened to podcasts, tried to converse with a baby but failed, played with my cat basha and his friends, observed butterflies, drew something, and provided commentary on my mom’s favorite drama, making her feel more helpless. Taught my brother some IT stuff. Browsed internet and consumed more contents.

Try to rap and beatboxing. piggy raid with neighbor kid. cleaned my room. ate full meals.
wrapping the day with night sky with moon and stars.

having no routine left no regrets for me. simply being randomly alive feels kind of adorable, I guess.