A running theme in these current times, is of course procrastination. I applaud anyone who has not heard the word or engaged in said activity. To all those nodding your head, stop reading and go continue with your work!

Unless of course, any distraction is welcome as an excuse to drop your books.

The human brain is a wonderful thing. What makes me so passionate and understanding about a certain topic yet so baffling for you? Some people call them gifts..I do agree. Some people have a way with words, such that if they write a thesis about the species of ant that keeps crawling over the floor in summer one would willingly read it. And comment, "My my how interesting."

One are just so funny, all you can do around them is laugh. Unfortunetly, this can cause some major backfiring as of course they might think you are some air-headed bimbo. Sorry for the stereotyping. You just can't help it though. And I'm not talking to you biased people out there who state their crush is so funny hence all the giggling. Some people are just funny.

I'm of course extremely jealous of those people who dance. Not just the silly dancing I do alone in my bedroom, effectively stubbing my toes every few minutes. No. The type which leave you breathless, the type which engage you in some story they are telling simply by a move. Those that have the ability to look so effortless but every move, every expression conveys the emotion of the character they are portraying. And they say dancing is for sissies.

Off on a tangent I see. Procrastination has no line of thought. It is not planned. The efforts we go through to not do what we are supposed to be doing are quite incredible. From checking a song, I turned to facebook and somehow I ended up reading blogs. Where I thought, my my these people are gifted. BLOG.

And in my efforts to waste time and not work, I have come to realise it is now indeed time for bed. I congratulate myself for producing possibly the most boring few sentences put together in the history of mankind. Of course that's an exaggeration, I can think of many many other boring sentences. Just not right now.

Da di dum. La ti da. We're so close to reaching that famous happy ending.

I have always thought gollywog is a really funny word. At least.I think that's the word I'm looking for.

It's 11.26. You have the first real number for 2 times, add them together, then add the third number with double itself. And you get the time.

You've got to love i-should-be-stressing-out-and-working-my-bum-off-but-im-not stress. But I love my bed even more right now.

Much love blowing your way, from the bed and I.

So close yet so far

Probably the thing most on my mind now is summer. Summer right now symbol of freedom, sunny days and not having anything restricting you from going out to soak in the sun. It symbolizes the fact that I can go out with my friends and we can spend the whole day out without feeling guilty. But that's in about 60 days. So close yet so far.

I'v managed to study half of physics till now. Still trying to cram in the other half. I feel as though my mind is a drawer that's already just bursting full with clothes or useless rubbish, and I keep trying to fit in more stuff. You know? When your mum goes on a rant and tells you to clean the room you find that one drawer that everything fits into? That one. But there's so much my mind can take. I just want to forget it all already. Which brings me back to summer. So close yet so far.

However sometimes I think that if we keep saying we're so close, a stone's throw away from our what we really want, we'll end up living life postponing the present. In a way. The present will just pass us by until one day we won't have any more presents and just a history. What if we keep holding onto an ideal that is always so close yet so far?

Some people might call it a hope for a better future. I guess it can be. But sometime or another one must become realistic. I don't think it really means letting go of a dream. Maybe it could. But it might also mean making your present your dream and looking at your present life from a different perspective. Not as a stepping stone to your dream. More like your dream in another form. Like how a potter is making a vase. So he's making it and he realises he doesn't have enough clay. He may throw it away, or he might start shaping it differently. He wouldn't have made the vase he originally wanted but he made do with what he had. But it's all up to the potter. Either throw it away or change the ideal. He was so close yet so far.

Yet all this so close and yet so far might bring about feelings of frustration. The feeling of being so close to complete and utter freedom, like having a big weight lifted off your shoulders. We envision that feeling and when we realise we still have that weight pulling us down we get frustrated. We are made impatient people. We don't know how to wait things out. We ask why, we complain, we grumble, we go around looking grouchy. Then the long awaited finally happens. After practically touching it with our fingers, what we yearn for is within our grasp.

Yet if we go through this time of waiting just grumbling I don't think we'd appreciate what we end up as much. Like ever noticed in a child? If as soon as he starts shouting for a particular toy you buy it for him, in less than a week you'd find it at the back of the toy box. Guaranteed. Yet if you make the child either save up for it or make him yearn for it to test if he really wants the toy, at least it won't spend a week before retirement.

I'm babbling which is why I'll try hit the books. Chew that tobacco. But eventually spit it out.

But remember..don't lose hope ever. Cos God has a plan for each and everyone of us. Thought you ought to know :)

When the mind succumbs to tiredness and sickenss it produces nothing

I don't consider myself a very creative person yet many people say I am. Maybe I'm too hard on myself. Maybe they are trying to please me. Yet every now and again I get these inspirations to just either draw or take pictures and not images, or write. 45 minutes ago i was inspired to write. Some time later I am still furiously typing out my thoughts and deleting them as I think them too silly for you bloggers to read. Feel honoured guys, I'm editing so you won't have to read silly things.

I simply love the smell of oranges and the smell that lingers hours after you've had an orange.
I love lightning. It's so fascinating. Actually, if you look closely all of nature is fascinating. As cliched as it sounds, everything meshes well in nature. Everything is in balance. (For those out there who are The Incredibles fans, "all the pieces mesh together" in the clock) But it's true. Such a perfect balance. Then we humans come along and destroy it all. Ever wondered how it will be like if Galileo didn't ask how? Or if Newton didn't ask why?

Sometimes I say we're better off without our science. I mean in the end, what's education really? It's knowledge gathered together by people which have deemed it important for others to learn. Sure yes it is. But I think we place too much importance on education. Maybe I'm biased since I have exams coming up soon; and I don't feel like studying.
But in the end, we are destroying ourselves. We have all congratulated ourselves for being so great and so delving so deeply into the reality of our existence that we forget that by doing so we are disrupting the balance. In a way at least. The extent to which we have applied the scientific knowledge we know to make our lives more comfortable is ultimately causing new problems which may lead to our destruction. Do I sound Kida? Yes. Do I sound like I'm off my rocker? That too.

Think about it. Personally i think we are now letting technology control us. In Spiderman 2, doesn't that scientist create something to help him and ultimately becomes controlled by it? I think we're sort of the same. We are now past the point of no return. We are too immersed in our world of technology to make an effort to cut down. Yet here i stay complainging on and on and yt I do nothing. Just like many others I suppose. And to seal this fact, I'm going to go into my warm, electonically heated bed. I take back what I have been talking about for tonight. I love technology.

On that happy note I bid you, as Chris Martin has said, "goodbye and goodnight!"