i'd completed 10 maths scripts in 8 hours.
perhaps im slow, but 10 sets in 8 hours is one hell of record for me.
and mind you, im still in that half-blurr holiday mood ya know :p
holidays had been absorbing the senses in my brain. and before this, senses are the least sufficing thing in life. now that half of them diffused out of my ears, i think the initially down-low IQ has dropped a whole mile underground. very well to explain the horrible results of my IQ test.
i told ya i suck :p
and other than total drowning of senses, life is moving on so parallel to the basis of holidays that i think i see mosses on myself. eeks yes, i'm rotting at home!
anyone? save me? :D
it's thursday today. i relinquish the debate of the celerity of time. it strikes with horrible fear and the most of it, it spooks me. often ranting about time works and blabla esoterically, i was never conscious about the ticks of reality.
there's something in the warble of the mojo in reality that sets me dazed. just something that's never to define. somehow, it sets its charm on me. i defy every logical construation for it. and trust me, i actually do.
and im totally conscious of it.
naaah, it's nothing concerning doom. it's very much of a custom routine already, i dream. let's just accept the fact that im lacking logical neutrons in my brains. i work instinctively :D
and where are you la?
"and when ashes would fall like snow..."
