Mundane Nothings

Nothings been done, tangibly. Numerous brooding sessions equating to a massive voidness in my intended progress. Even my usual throne-sitting contemplation didn't do any justice. I am really good at this. All this stubborn inactivity. I could get the laundry done, the dishes done, the toilet scrubbed to the very last scum and even stare at the flowers to catch it bloom. Everything, But sit my arse down and start typing my dissertation away. I'm starting to think this dissertation thing comes with a witchy spell that numbs your sense of priority. I'm screwed. My stubborn inertia has also brought me in the realms of sex-blogs, or rather just blogs with unsavoury contents. Coz, you don't get 'sex' sprawled all over the pages, rather, just some female yapping about her sexual encounters. Hell, even THAT isn't detailed, hence it leaves a gaping hole of credibility issues. She talks about how she charges her men and how much for whatever crap she does. She posts h...

Vulnerable as can be. I broke. Its like the green bottle on the wall could no longer take in any more water and it just exploded. All the worse case scenario bottled up so it could not hurt anyone. And then suddenly, someone talks about it with so much apathy and you instantly sense how its all a facade of sheer boldness. You would have crumbled and easily relented had it been you, but not this someone. Immense whirlpool of emotions devour you. Before you know it, it starts trickling out of that one orifice you have no control of. Bleagh. Thats me. Its funny cause a coupla days ago, I remember Claryce saying she's never seen me cried in school. Heh! Now she has. By the way, people should try crying sometime, it kinda feels good, something close to sheer emancipation from everything thats tying you down. A temporary illusion that works. Temporary. School officially starts today. It was drop dead boring. ENd of story. I found a new read. thatbloodycritic.blogspot.com. SO far its been...

Indeed Claryce... Shame on me, its just one of those many forbidden pleasures. :) Damn! I wanna go thailand and get those filthy cheap sundresses. My dad however, being Mr. SuperParanoid has other plans, and a trip to thailand is NOT on his list. HMph! I'm gonna sit at the corner of the room and sulk this entire semester. DON'T blame me if I do not graduate this semester. *sulks*

LIVING NEXT DOOR TO ALICE By Smokie (1977) Written by Nicky Chinn and Mike Chapman Sally called when she got the word And she said "I suppose you've heard, 'bout Alice" Well I rushed to the window, and I looked outside But I could hardly believe my eyes As a big limousine rode up onto Alice's drive Chorus: Oh, I don't know why she's leaving, or where she's gonna go I guess she's got her reasons but I just don't wanna know 'Cos for 24 years I've been living next door to Alice 24 years just waitin' for a chance To tell her how I feel and maybe get a second glance Now I gotta get used to not living next door to Alice We grew up together, two kids in the park Carved out initials deep in the bark, me an' Alice Now she walks through the door, with her head held high Just for a moment I caught her eye As the big limousine pulled slowly out of Alice's drive (chorus) Then Sally called back, and asked how I felt And she said, "...

Thats all I've got. :) Live in the present. Stop being such a bumped-arse sinner. BE nice.