The other day I met up with a friend. I always thought him the not-a-care-in-the-world, lackadaisical person. Sometimes the most outwardly 'cincai' people are in fact the ones with everything together.

I kept yawning while he went on relentlessly about grand plans and future schemes. And all I could do was try to stay awake.

Am I too ordinary for not having a grand plan?

Am I a slob for not having much ambition?

I used to have them too, ambitions. But somehow I forgot about it as the days go by. Sometimes living each day is all I can do.

What happened to all my hopes and dreams and my bright and shiny future?

I need a grand plan.

Focus, girl! Life is short.