Its ok to dream.

2005-08-07T18:55:00.000+08:00

bored. Bored. BORED.

I couldnt believe how boring weekends would be.

Its yet another boring day. Boring. It IS that boring. Boring. Period. Boring.

This is sickeningly boring. Boring.

Boring.

2005-08-02T20:21:00.000+08:00

Days have passed since. Fatigue, the kleptomaniac, that aggressively depletes my finite attention-span, is on the loose yet again. On many occasions, I pressed on. Working the body that cries for rest. Eventually, I am on a sleep debt. In perpetuity, the body is damaged again.

Ironically, is sleep itself, that is the impetus to keeps the body going.

After much mundane routine, I finally find myself able to enjoy the company of the bed. I muffled in the sheets, wrestled against the graceful contentment, but I succumb to the overwhelming grip of reassurance. I slept like a baby. As I sink into the comforts of my bed, its almost magic. The very split second that it brings me to the place where Dreams are made, I was confound by restitution. Soon I began venturing into one without much impediment.

I dream, and i dreamt. On the contrary, I didnt want to. For I knew, when I wake up, yet another barrage of ricochets that darts, piercing right through my comfort zone comes after.

Silly me; its ok to dream.

Let Kismet count the ways. For now, dream on my child. Sleep tight and face the imminent new day with greater approach.

2005-07-26T23:31:00.000+08:00

A bunch of work loaded in the file, waiting to be sentenced for penning. Work is nebulous, how much is sufficient? Why does homework prioritise, disdainful to its other counterparts. Everytime i try, try to let the smooth side of my pencil run freely on the unchartered paper, thoughts become oblivious to imagination, and this surge imbues a great deal of emotions. A rough divide that seperates logic from sense. I tend to deviate from reality, and from illusions i complicate. Put in simpler terms, i don't know what i am doing most of the time. Why is it so difficult?

I procrastinate. It has already became a practice, for homework to stockpile. This load becomes a burden. In time to come, it evolves into stress readily. I commit myself to volunteer as the beast of my own burdens. Its repercussions are jerky, tough to manage, and definitely something i would never need.

It was expected of me to submit a total of 4 A1 size research, prior to my ideas. How is that possible? I only have 5 more weeks. I am webbed onto my reflections - Before i know it, i am procrastinating again. I have created a vicious cycle that puts my head on a treadmill.

Actually, I would refer to this stupidity as Laziness.

Good night, for its time to seek a novelty in the joys of rest.

2005-07-25T08:48:00.000+08:00

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