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from the bottom of my heart..

Normal

I am leading a life somewhat closer to normalcy now. It seems like a mighty odd thing to say, more so even harder for people to comprehend. The hard part being... what is so difficult about being normal? Recently, I encountered an unpleasant experience that many are bound to encounter in their lives. I didn't mope long. I just shared the story to a few of those whom I thought ought to know about it. Told myself that once I'm done with the last person, I must feel better already. Just this morning, it struck me that I've actually learnt to control my state and organize my thoughts. I didn't fell too hard, I learnt to take things easier. I could actually talk, and feel better about it and almost forgetting it. How queer, yet a great beginning. Perhaps normalcy is not such a bad thing after all.

Don't work too hard?

Got that in an e-mail.

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Mehran was briefly talking about suicide in class yesterday. He scanned the room and said, "No.. you all don't think about suicide." He looked at everyone again, just to be sure. Our eyes met. Mehran said, "You do think about it, don't you?" I just smiled and nodded. "But no, you won't do anything about it." He explained further to the class. "It's the eyes, you can detect depression through the eyes, you see."

Abnormal Psychology is interesting. Felt a bit bad that I slept for a while in the class. But I was really exhausted. Anyway, he's a nice man. It's been awhile since I sat in, and I'm surprised he still remembers me. Something to be cheerful about. :)

Ghost writer

Imitation is the best for of flattery. But plagiarism? (=.=)''

I'm a ghost writer. Uncredited.


_the wordsmith_

My baby got me a baby

My baby got a teeny-weeny baby for me. :)
It's a beautiful gift and I'll treasure it well.
Thank you so much, baby..

i lap u

Read about baby's account of getting it here. (^_^)

Under fire

Wiggings again, grrrh. Musn't let the snafus hamper my fire today. I need to meet deadlines.

After flopping hopelessly for almost half a week, I'm glad to regain momentum and start pushing myself again. I don't even get it why my body refuses to cooperate with me. Fatigue sets in everyday, just with a snap. I don't even have the energy to work, hence I stare at the screen like an idiot wasting all precious time. The writer's block is horrible too. And just because I delve into something more colourful than office docs & the library that sits in the dust to get ideas doesn't mean I'm skiving. My scribbles, fortunately (unfortunately in this case because it earned me a earful) thrive on colourful out of the box stuff. I can only spill my anguish here, here and here.

Feel like saying,

you want good and cheap, wait long long

you want good and fast, pay me more

you want cheap and fast, nah i give u farce.

Who the hell understands what i'm gurgling within this rigid goldfish bowl?

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Extreme mental exhaustion. Can't shut down. Can't operate either.