Floored

I have most recently discovered my affinity with the tiled floor at home after my mother ruled that all personal belongings be removed from various tables in the house for her lunch gathering tomorrow. The floor - it is everything I need...as a table: space, space, more space & lovely broad squares to compartmentalise my paper barang. So one odd square'll contain my laptop, another my stationery, a few others my files, notes & tutorial and of course, one special square for, in this case, an awesome cup of Milo (speaking of which, I need to buy Horlicks). I can even hide more stuff beneath the table.

Absolutely awesome, except that I have to pack up after I'm done.

In other news, I am painfully bored of school food to the point where I'm starting to avoid the canteen although there aren't many viable alternatives to dine at. Am rather close to surviving on fruit juice and random snacks.