Showing posts with label random thought. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random thought. Show all posts

6.5.12

Contentment v.1.1



Hello everybody, and a happy belated Wesak day to all of you! Lord Buddha is indeed the wisest of the wise; He knows just what to say, like the quote I've decided to put here today. Sometimes in our struggle to rise to the top, we overlook the simpler, yet more important goals we should achieve in life. It all sounds easy, but I believe it is like design: the simpler it is the harder to achieve. 
When I read some of Buddha's teachings, I'd imagine Him to be something of a Saint Obvious (apologies for the crass comment!). He states the obvious, and if everyone were already practicing what He preached, you'd imagine millions of people going 'ya don't say?' at Him XD. But that's just it. Sometimes we just need to be reminded of what should come with our priorities. Not constant nagging or heavy, monotonous droning stuffed into our ears. It's more like a gentle whisper of a breeze, or the pattering of raindrops, or a friendly nudge from a good friend. Thoughtful words that make us go, "oh yeah, I should pay more attention to that, too".

It's so easy to stray from the path of contentment, what with all the temptations around us. I guess as long as we remember to feel content with what we already have, then we would all be happy. For me, I think feeling content is the key to happiness and I try to remember all the nice things that have happened to me. It's not worth it, comparing and feeling bitter or resentful. I admit I do feel that too, sometimes. But hey, we're all not perfect. It's important that we acknowledge that we feel that way, and then try to curb it. That's winning half the battle already =).

Monday tomorrow! Lots of things to do this week! Have fun! 

25.3.12

Christmas related ramble :D

Hello everybody, how has the weekend been? Mine has been quiet but quite full of assignments. I had a whole Saturday by myself so I had the music on loud and I just lost myself in the realms of assignments, working from afternoon till bedtime. I'm happy with the fruits of my labours, though I still have a long way to go before completion for some. I'm right on schedule, so that is something =D.

The weather now is nice and grey. One deep sniff tells me that rain is hovering close by. It's one of those cool days when the sky is cloudless and colourless. It makes me think of the nothingness in The Neverending Story. Skies like these are as close to what I can imagine what the Nothing would be. It "feels as if one has turned blind/ because the eye cannot stand to look at absolutely nothing".

It also reminds me of Christmas, for some odd reason. Lol. Oh dear, sweet Christmas day. I don't think I can ever get out of this love-hate relationship with you, ever. 
It just occurred to me to read back all my December posts, and I realized, much to my disappointment, that none of them were very lighthearted or joyful. Not to say that I did not have a good time on the day itself, of course. I did, to a certain extent. But somehow I seem to rant more about Christmas than I do burbling and getting all excited about it.
Probably the nicest Christmases was when I was a lot younger, when Christmas actually felt real. It feels to me that Christmases of the more recent sort are about hopes and disappointments and frustration. And I'm not talking about presents. 
It's still a beautiful time of the year, though. The very best, if I could say so. But maybe it's only so much more beautiful because it is gold gilt and cinnamon-spiced in my mind's eye. It's not quite as seasonal as that in my reality. 

Why, though? Why is it that I get all emo when I should be celebrating the time my life began? I used to think it was because my birthday served as a reminder that I had to return to school for a new term. I'd always always thought that once I left high school my life would be perfect and I could celebrate my birthday in peace. Not that I did not expect university, but I'm enjoying uni life, so what is there to hold me back? 

Maybe it's because my birthday is too close to the end of the year, and I don't like to be reminded of times ending. Maybe I need to remind myself more often that 'beginnings are good times', as Dodie Smith wrote.

It's too early in the year to have a Christmas related post, haha. It's the day of gray I'm having. It'll pass.

On the bright side, inspiration has finally bit me in the bum! I now have a fairly good idea of what I want to have for my blog header =D. Now all I need is to find time to make something out of my rough sketches and this blog will be looking pretty in no time.

I wonder how this year's Christmas will be. I shall resolve to enjoy this one if I can. After all, if we can celebrate Christmas this year it means the end of the world has been avoided =D. Enjoy the rest of the weekend, everybody. 

11.1.12

Daydream


Sometimes when the weather gets unbearably hot, I find myself imagining a fantasy world where I can lounge on cool patterned tiles and listen to the refreshing trickle of a fountain. I imagine a jug of cool rose drink with lemon slices and delicate glasses beside it, and maybe a bumpy glass bowl of jelly to go with it. There would be large, soft cushions and a colourful silk throw. The breeze would be cool and constant, playing with the glass windchimes that tinkle overhead somewhere. And scents: the breeze would bring in the delicious aroma of pandan leaves and rosewater with just a hint of lemon zest: the very embodiment of green and pink and sunshine dancing in the cool air.
A cool, quiet and serene retreat from the heat and troubles that weigh down upon me. Just one of the many world I like to lose myself in sometimes.

What kind of worlds reside in your mind?


6.1.12

New faces, old memories.

I clicked on Facebook's Timeline button today. Argh, I knew I shouldn't have; I should've known there wouldn't be a revert to old interface button XD. Owh well, nothing much I can do about that.

So since I'd gotten myself into the mood for clicking fancy new shiny buttons, I clicked on the new Blogger interface thingy, and here I am trying it out for the first time. It reminds me very much of Qumana and emails, and it is a tad too white for me. Any chance of customizing the dashboard I wonder? Gotta poke around after this.

I'm going up to KL for the weekend, and that is another funny thing to think about. Back when I was still in high school, a weekend trip to KL would be so much fun; I was actually excited to go up and go shopping and shyt. Now it's like, KL? Bleh. Owhkay.

Guess it's just one of those changes in life we all go through, eh?

I was reading my old journal yesterday night, and when I say old I mean like '07-'09...and oh my god. It's so amazing, just how much I've forgotten. I couldn't actually remember some things that happened. I haven't read my journal from '04 (OMG!), but I can tell it'd be just as astonishing =P. At some point I had to stop and ask myself 'wow, Joanne, I can't believe that was you'.

If I had the chance, back then, to glimpse at the person I am now, today, I think I'd ask myself, 'wow, Joanne, I can't believe THIS is you', lol. But, most of my life in recent years were not recorded down, and to be honest I've already forgotten most of the lesser happenings. It's sad, really, because I'd like to be able to read about happenings now 6 years in the future. But at this rate, I'd have precious little to look back at. And relying on my memory is, well, not one of the recommended methods.

If you have old journals or diaries, it'd be cool to take a look at them now just to see how far you've gone in life. I have 3 journals, the last one with the most amount of gaps, I am ashamed to say. But, well, there's this here blog, so if I'm going to make sure I have something to read when I'm older and grayer, I should wean away from the paper and pen and really get serious into the whole blogging thing. Things would probably get awfully personal, though. Lol. But, yeah. Blog now for the future! =D

That last sentence reminds me of a poster I was planning on doing for myself. Kind of a motivational poster for when I'm not in the best of moods. Let's see if there will be progress on that one in the near future. For now it's back to the watercolours and the 'dandy-lion'. Till next time~

4.1.12

Memorusic

Hello hello, first week of 2012 gradually reaching a close; how has the new year been treating everyone so far? Amongst things I've been doing the most (or should be doing less of), reading seems to have taken up a considerable amount of my time. Not that I mind, I actually miss spending uninterrupted hours of reading. Those moments when you forget about everything around you and you're watching and living in the world of the book. When I have a house of my own, one room must definitely be a library, no matter how small.

But, anyway, as the title of the post might hint, the new year and reading isn't really what I'm here to ramble about. I was pondering on the relation between music and memory, and how sometimes, listening to certain songs or music would revive a certain moment in your past. I'm sure a lot of you have something similar happening to you. Like how Gackt's Jesus reminds me of Christmas, particularly the festive season in Singapore, and yet I can't explain to anyone why it does. Maybe it was because the single was released in December or something, but yeah. Emo rock song reminds me of fairy lights and Santa, haha.

Another one of these music-memories is when I'm listening to Pendulum's Immersion album. This one reminds me of the day when Esmond and I went on our adventure to The Click Shop in SS/2. I remember listening to the album on the bus ride to the train station, so when the tracks play again I remember the traffic, the bus rolling along, and the hot sun outside and the cool air-conditioning of the bus inside.
This memory I am particularly fond of. I loved how we went out to someplace both of us had never seen, and not knowing what to expect at all. Getting on the train and riding along, then to look for the right buses to get on. And when we found the place, it was accomplishing a mission or finding treasure XD. Even the odd town bus we took back into the city centre was fun. Just to see all those sights, and places I'd never seen, however normal they are, felt exciting. I suppose that's the whole idea of seeing new sights, to feel refreshed and invigorated by the new experiences you get. And yet, to this very day, I still haven't actually taken a single serious lomo shot with Diana XD. I suppose this is one of those rare moments when it really doesn't matter the destination, but it is the journey that matters.

In the off chance you were wondering what this post meant, well. It doesn't mean anything, really. Imagine memory like a nice, well-stocked wine cellar, growing day-by-day. I just happened to take out a bottle of vintage from July of 2011 and took a nice, long drink from it, reliving its sweet, delicious taste again.
I'm not sure why I even bothered with the reference to the wine, I should've just said that every time I listen to Immersion the very same memory would come back to me, so that no matter what I happen to be doing, I pause and think myself back to that sunny day that I enjoyed every moment of.

That's all for now. Enjoy the rest of the week, folks.

1.1.12

First post

Of the new year!

Here's to a good, productive year full of health, wealth and success for all of us! *chugs down champagne from cask*. This post shall be relatively short, as I've spent the entire day with my nose buried in Murakami's 1Q84 and I'm in no mood to leave the pages for too long now.
I updated my Skype at last! I knew something had to be odd with the way I never appear online as soon as I log on, so I checked for updates, and sure enough a new one was available. Hopefully it'll resolve the problem.
How was your New Year's celebrations? Mine was...uneventful in a positive way to say the least. Spent the early mornings of the eve throwing dinner back up. Curse you food poisoning! The end result was a funny tummy, medication and hours of sleep during the day. Now that I'm marginally better I'm stuck in Murakami's book and I don't see any way of stopping until the book is completed.

Ooh, random thought. I believe being in a relationship somewhat ages you O^O. Is it me or am I just dreaming? I mean, at the beginning there were these two adorable little kids just got into university, celebrating a boy who just turned 19 (and celebrating some *ahem* other things as well, of course =P)...


...and then you have them a couple of months later and bam. You'd think they aged twenty years overnight or something.

...Okay, maybe not. Maybe it's just me =P. But hey, you have to admit we're both freaking adorable.

I hope I'll get to spend the next Christmas and New Year and the next aeons of my life cycle with you Esmond~! Happy New Year to YOU and to EVERYBODEH READING THIS~~!!! <3 <3 <3

Also, a private Happy New Year wish to myself! I need to make a resolution's list, but since I'm at it, here's to a long, fruitful year of blogging for me and my fellow blogmates! =D

7.11.11

Talk about being a wet blanket...



DO YOU SEE JUST HOW BEAUTIFUL THIS YARN IS???!!!! O^O

Okay, so to those who don't know, I had this sudden manic urge to learn how to knit. And being the overtly ambitious person that I am, I heroically decided that I want to do an adult sized blanket for my first knitting project, and no amount of persuasion to do something on a smaller scale by kind souls could move me.
I wanted the perfect yarn for my blanket. And then I found THAT. That oh so gloriously magical yarn of many colours and much shimmers. Oh the beauty of that yarn. If a blanket was made of it, pleasant slumber and sweet dreams would come to the user by the sheepload. Whatever sheepload means.

It's so beautiful!!!! T_T. And the only reason why I'm not jumping to purchase it is because of it's ridiculous shipping costs. The yarn comes in 4 skeins a pack (each 360m/100g)...but after including shipping costs I'd be forking out 60 bucks. And since I insist on knitting an adult sized blanket I'd need at least 8 skeins...which will mean...100+. Oh God. Why on Earth is life so ever so unfair? T^T.

Anyway, if anyone is generous enough to donate funds for me to purchase the magical yarn, you are very free to do so (comment or email me angel sent from the heavens! Your karma shall be greatly increased by this noble donation!). Rest assured I will dream of you constantly as I wrap myself in the magical rainbow of a blanket next rainy season (or whenever I plan to complete knitting it).

Okay, that's all for today's rambles. Farewell.

5.9.11

Unknowing

...If only it was possible to see the 360 of each and every scenario. There'll be no doubts, no suspicions, no unnecessary thoughts. The world would be a better place really. I wish I knew all the sides to all that has happened to me, the way I do now for one. It really changed my views on certain issues completely. If I had known what was going on then, I wouldn't have been such a whiny retard weeping and feeling sorry for myself, completely oblivious to the pain and worry I'm causing my loved ones. I would have forced myself to be stronger, regardless of what was thrown at me. But, I swear. I really didn't know then. I was completely clueless about what they thought, what they felt, what they said, what they feared. All I cared about then was my own pain and fears. More painful than my own anguish, however, is the suffering of those I love and cherish the most. I feel somewhat ashamed of the way I used to feel and think now. How I allowed my emotions to be controlled by such selfish thoughts. It's all good now, though, and I'm glad to have done what I did, no regrets. With the discovery came knowledge and understanding. And repentance and forgiveness from my side. I know now that I love and trust you more than ever. And if there would be anyone I'd want to spend the rest of my life with, it'd be you.

22.8.11

Blogging Offline

Powered by Qumana


It never occured to me to blog offline. Heck, I never actually thought I'd live to see the day when I'd have to blog offline. That was back during those moments when I took my high-speed connection at home entirely for granted, of course. Now in the life of uni and slow broad band speeds and limited quota, the idea of blogging offline crept into my desperate mind and slowly, I searched, I read reviews, and finally (with the help of the internet at home, of course) I downloaded Qumana, a free offline blog editing program that will, I hope, serve me well in times of need.


It makes sense, really. Seeing as I've more or less stopped journalling my thoughts down onto paper, I'd have to rely more on my blog for the spilling of my many rants and rambles. But it's safe to say that the urge to blog will come at any unexpected time in many unexpected ways, and unfortunately it is quite apparent that high-speed internet connection/ connectivity is a gift from the gods where I am. So...here it is. My first offline post, powered by Qumana. I've yet to see the powers of it, but for now I see the layout as simple and direct to point, thought I just found out that I can't insert images from my computer beforehand. Owh well.

Not quite in the best of moods now but I will swallow the feelings of disappointment now and concentrate on completing that nagging Photoshop assignment of mine. There should be many a time for emo rants in the near future, seeing as plans are not going according to, well, planned.


It's a nice, cloudy day today. Cool and peaceful. If only the future was as calmly simple as this.

29.7.11

Confessional Thought

Sitting down here in front of my laptop, miles away from a life I was once accustomed to, a life full of lifelong familiar faces, laughter, and never-breaking ties, I put a finger into one thing and another. Lives I know I will never be able to be a part of. Fun times, enjoyment, activities I am too far away to attend, people apart from me I long to meet, friends I cannot greet and wish as of now.

Looking at all the happy faces, looking at all the sadness. Feeling the loss and bewilderment and confusion of those I used to spend endless happy hours with. I am suddenly overcome with a overwhelming feeling of gratitude of the life I have now. All the wonderful people that have walked into this chapter, all that we've done together. These are my fun times, my happy moments, my new cherished memories that will collect and grow.

It must hurt to have a heart open wide; even more painful still to have it stabbed and torn asunder by one you imagined to be there for you whenever you needed him. It must be very, very, very painful. And I watch on, how so many of these past reflections timidly show their vulnerability to that special someone, only to writhe in pain when it is shorn from their bodies and trod into the cold mud.

Here I am thankful once more for what I've been blessed with, and I hope that this happiness and lifelong learning will be evergreen. There will definitely be slips and bumps along the way, but I want to continue to believe that as long as I'm holding your hand, this first bend in the road we can pass together to enjoy what lies ahead.

I want to be able to say 'I love you, Esmond' now. And forever.

26.7.11

Hating

The first few moments of waking up after sleeping. You get this stupid feeling of being awake and yet cobwebs of sleep are still all over you. Trapped between two worlds of dreams and reality, so that when thoughts come into your head it's difficult to tell which are real and which are just figments of your imagination.
You move through the reality of chores and routines with mechanical rigidness; with short, jerky movements, getting the job done almost intuitively instead of actually thinking about it. So that later when you think back you get the feeling as if you haven't done something when you actually have.
When you sit down you get an odd, restless feeling as if time is moving to quickly and there are so many things to do, so many tasks to complete, so many ambitions to achieve. As if the brief respite has sent you hurtling into the future and you've lost ten years off your youth.

Maybe it's due to the time of awakening. One of the worst times possible to wake from a nap, in my opinion. It's that moment when it's neither day nor night, when light battles a dying war, when it's final majestic rays lay sinking in the horizon and darkness takes its place in the sky.

And that is why I hate twilight.




At this time of the day I sometimes feel as if the sun will never rise again.

9.7.11

O^O

Omg omg omg Copic Colour has this awesome feature that allows you to show which markers you have and which you want O___O.

I'm so loving this site, lol. It's Copic-licious in all the right ways XD.


Anyone actually had hands on experience at the rally today? Esmond and I were giving in to some imagining about how it'd have really good photography and journalling opportunities. As long as we don't get hit on the head by a tear gas canister or take a water cannon blast in the face of the Canons, lol. Get it get it? XD.

Owhkay, fine, lame joke =___=. Moving on.

I bet the souls of our nation's previous leaders are greviously at un-rest right now. Seeing at how atrociously disgusting the authorities are behaving. I thought it was a citizen's right to rally and demand for their needs and wants? So much for being all about the rakyat and shyt. Back then when our forefathers were striving for Independence they rallied and discussed and demonstrated- you don't see them firing up the tear gas and water cannons. Or maybe twas because they didn't have that kind of stuff back then. Haha.

Speaking seriously though, what is it all about when the younger generation are taught in History classes all their high school lives about how our Independence was won through peaceful discussion and diplomatic reasoning- and that we should all be taking a leaf out of our past leaders' books? If you're going to drill that into the heads of the students, then the least those a-holes up there could do is actually practice what they're throwing out there to preach. For some old farts with more money than they actually deserve, they sure act like a bunch of kids fresh out of juvenile prison.

Yeah, expect the ISA to cart me off soon enough.

Anyways, I'm going to put this shyt aside for now and try to do something more worth my while. Like. Playing with my markers and zoning out. Lol. Farewell.

29.5.11

Random odd thought

Sometimes there are those people in your life when you've known them for so long you forget what they look like.

And when I say that, I don't mean like you forget how they look like, or they become unrecognizable. No, it's probably the other way round. You've known them for so long you actually disregard how they look like entirely. You're completely immune to their facial features. Their faces are burned into your memory.

But when you look at their pictures -really look at them- you begin to wonder: how on Earth do I recognize this person? What is it about their face that makes me remember them as they are? How come, back then when we were little, I stared into your face on a daily basis, and now, right now, looking at your photographs I can hardly say I knew you?

How much do I know of you now?

Funny, what time can do to you. You could be inseparable in that one moment, next second it's like two completely separate beings, walking side by side and yet never touching. It's like that old saying about the place between Death and Heaven and Hell, when all familiar ties are torn apart. So that you could be staring at your family member, your lover, your friend in the face and though you think you know them, whatever feelings you had for them on Earth are completely void. You see them as someone you knew before; other than that it's just an empty empty shell.

Why do we need to put that belief into Limbo when it's already happening here on Earth?

17.5.11

Random thought


...

Don't know about you, but I think it is something like human nature to want to be different from everyone else. Humans search so hard for that one thing (or two) that sets them apart from all their peers; from the people around them. So that they will be...remembered? Recognized? Respected? The list of possibilities are endless as to how or why people just want to be 'the one'. So if a chance to stand out just happens to pass them by, whether it be related to them or not, they'd jump right at it, drag it into their snares and claim it theirs.
It's funny, how some people react. Beforehand they knew probably the chance by just a fleeting glance of the face. Next thing you know they're making a big hoo ha and boohoo she was so important to me, bla bla bla. Oh come on, don't exaggerate. She wouldn't like it either. She'd probably call you a pathetic bitch or something, lol. But it is pathetic, this attempt to be 'different'. You take someone's anguish and loss and claim it as yours, hoping to add some sort of battle scar from life that you can proudly wear on your arm and show off to other people so that they can stare at you in awe and think you amazing. God, it's so revolting.
Then again, it's hard to perceive what's what. In this time and age, the littlest thing with the slightest inclination to the idea of being selfishly 'emo', whether it being genuine or not, would make the purists think negatively anyway. One mention of it and it'd be almost as if you've committed Hell's greatest sin. In that sense I think the purists should just shut up and open up. How long do you want to keep it in?
But. That said, the purists who kept their sleeves rolled right down and their hearts in the right places, they I admire most. Because those are the strongest and the bravest of all in this skirmish of life.

Hm.

Maybe I'm just the same as everyone else. When was the last time we actually had a long friendly conversation? When was the last time we exchanged jokes and teases and smiles, none directed at one another in a sarcastic way? The memories I have now are from waaaaaay beyond, back in the days when everything was happy and pure and innocent. If I looked at that extreme past and the more recent past, it'd be like two entirely different sets of people, a completely new pair of weirdos- two parallel lines walking side by side with occasional bumps into one another.

It's one parallel line now.

Maybe that's why I didn't want to say anything about it, not until now when I just think back to certain people and get unnecessarily irritated by them. I don't feel like I deserve the honour to go wailing and boohooing and all that (though I believe some lesser deserving individuals have done just that). I wouldn't like other people getting unnecessarily irritated at me and honestly speaking, I think I'd have disgusted myself too. For not trying and then being a pathetic, whining thing about it when all is too late.

Saw something on tv yesterday when this guy was saying time heals all wounds. And that that was complete and utter bullshit. Because, years later, thinking back about it, you're still going to remember and hurt. And you're still going to feel that ache in your chest you thought time already erased. Those tears you thought time wiped tenderly away from your eyes will still well up. Those words you wished you said, those things you wished you did, all of them are still there in your mind, bright as day, almost as if the events of the long past took place only yesterday.

Regret is still there. I feel it right here.



This has been a nice, self-contradictory ramble from someone who has been sitting on the fence all this while.

20.3.11


I wonder.

Is it only possible that we can see only one side of the moon?

9.2.11

Inner Monologue

Weird how things work out sometimes.

You can be miles apart, and yet you share equally hectic lives, you stray further from things both of you thought important; both of you make attempts to return to your roots. Stay for awhile, drift apart slowly, and the whole cycle starts again.

We might not have that many chances to meet, but it seems that no matter what, our ties will never be severed. Whether we want it or not, we will remain little fragments that were once part of a bigger puzzle, a piece of a memory that was vibrant with colour, excitement, big inappropriate words, fun and laughter.

The present is where we all live in, but sometimes I get the feeling of wanting to relive those past moments, just so I can feel that second when I didn't care about what the world thought of me, when I foolishly thought that the bubble of our time together would remain afloat forever in the bright, happy sky.

The day to remember draws near, and yet all of us don't seem to be any closer; in fact we appear to be back to square one. You living your life, I living mine.

No matter. The red ribbon of fate that allowed our paths to converge once is wound up tight. It's not letting go, I'm not letting go. Not now, not ever.


Just a post to let you know I'm thinking of you.

13.11.10

Uhm

Hello.

How's life you ask? Hm, it's fancy. I've been doing/done quite a lot of what I've wanted to do. I've gained sufficient knowledge to not get lost in KL city, I've eaten (still am- expect to see me as a round tub soon) most of the food on the food-I-missed-and-want-to-eat-again list and going steadily down it, my room's a mess with the stuff I brought back from KL, I'm downloading the world into Ronald...

...and still I'm not satisfied.

No, I lie. I'm actually pretty contented. But. I've got nagging thoughts. I feel as if I've gone through sandpaper; pieces of me flaking away and disappearing forever, so that I can only look back but never have again. Is that what new experiences do to you, I wonder? Does it give you new knowledge but take away old parts of you, parts you never really knew you had until you realized you were missing -something-?

Ouch. Ronald's giving me electric shocks. Apparently this is a normal thing with Macs, because the magnetic charger is not earthed. So I can be going 'type type type' then 'OWWWW Ronald what'd you do THAT for?! D='.

Sorry, that was a lame attempt to change the topic.

This isn't suppose to be like this. I'm not suppose to leave for three months and come back feeling at least 10 years older. Perhaps being thrown into a completely new situation where you have to fend entirely for yourself teaches you things. Much as you don't want to. It's not as if it was a period of torture and pain and loneliness. If it had been I might have at least a reason to be pissed off and tearing my hair screaming. But it was the complete opposite. I had so much fun three months felt like three seconds. One moment I was planning my day-to-day life, doing my assignments, stalking (*cough*) random people, making new friends, learning new things; next moment boom. I suddenly feel as if I've warped into a completely weird asshole with no aim in life.

Maybe that's what holidays do to you. The lack of activity in a once activity filled life to the point that there weren't enough hours in a day to do them all makes your brain go 'wha...?' then go blank from shock. Yeah, I can just imagine my brain going '!!!!' then popping off black. Haha.

It's that or I just need to catch up on my sleep.


Yeah. I need sleep.