Note: This is going to be one helluva random post.
The spherical object to my right says that its 30 minutes past midnight and I'm tied to a chair. My fingers can barely move thanks to the arctic-like conditions. The room's pitch black and to add to the eerie surroundings, Eric Clapton's 'Tears in Heaven' is playing in the background. My only hope of survival lies on the rectangular beam of light that I'm currently staring at...and I think it's called a monitor.
But seriously, I think it truly is my saviour for tonight haha. I can't sleep..I just can't. I think it's just my brain finally accepting the fact that coffee is indeed destined to keep us humans up all night. Sigh everyone else is asleep...except for Nadzri. But again, he's on MSN so the fact remains that my monitor/pc is indeed my saviour for tonight, the knight for to-knight hahaha ok lame. Hey, I warned you so don't complain. Prior to typing 'www.blogger.com' on my opera browser, I had a thousand and one things in mind. Okay, I'll cut down on the exaggeration. I had a hundred and one things in mind. I just..I just lost my train of thought:/. Fine, I'll stop lying. Just like every other second of a day, I have n-o-t-h-i-n-g in my mind.
-15 minutes later-
Man..this is definitely social suicide. Whatever, anything to make me fall asleep would do. Curses on me for having a lazy Sunday (but I needed it okay).
Astrologically, anything that lies on the +08:00 GMT is already in a new week. So, let me say hi to the Monday Blues..NOT. I'm due to have only an hour worth of lessons later ha-ha-HA! And tuition for today is called off (this time, it wasn't my call). But my first exam paper is in a little more than a fortnight away and the debate nationals semi-finals is tomorrow. So...hi Monday Blues.
Don't you think it's funnyyyyyy that,
Everytime you ask a 7 year old kid the million dollar question of 'what do you want to be when you grow up/what's your ambition?' they always, I repeat, they always, I repeat again, always have a bloody firm answer. But when you ask a teenager or anyone that's on the verge of going to university, they just can't answer that (I'm guilty of this too okay). Most of them will answer with an 'I dunno'. Okay okay for the sake of maintaining justice, some of them do give an answer but there's always that hint of hesitation in their voices. Obviously I was once a 7 year old myself. The frequent answers that my friends and I would usually come up with are like the universal ones, you know, like teachers, pilots and doctors. The more complicated ones wanted to be a...lawyer. But hey, my first ambition was to be a doctor. But once hair started to spurt out of my armpits, I decided that my favourite colour was not red. I also fell in love with... travelling and all of a sudden, a pilot took the front seat of my mind. Having an uncle who flies, I've listened to most of his twist and tales. But I just can't picture myself as a married man and being constantly away from my family. Plus, I'm quite fidgety. I just cannot stand being stationary for more than a few minutes.
It's high time for me to make up my mind though. Being an A-level student, I've ruled out most of the cards from the deck through my subject selection and left out a few cards lying face down on the table. Let's just hope that once I flip that chosen card of mine, it'll be a good one :)
It's high time for me to make up my mind though. Being an A-level student, I've ruled out most of the cards from the deck through my subject selection and left out a few cards lying face down on the table. Let's just hope that once I flip that chosen card of mine, it'll be a good one :)
Aite I'm a tad sleepy now. Haha I guess I could use this blog as an alternative to my old method..you know, counting sheeps?
Lol nite.
