Aside from my 10-year old sister trying to memorize the whole Fame Monster album of Lady Gaga, this last week of summer spent in the province is boring me. Staying in my my father's lair is like going back to the past and being treated like a five-year old kid who can't even finish his own meal. Plus, my figure suffers whenever I am here.

This is the only time I am thankful that I have cases and articles to read, so I better savor the moment. And yes, I don't have anything else to say.