CIMDHOG

Have you ever gone through the day in a somewhat hibernation mode, feeling lifeless and unmotivated as the world around you continues to endlessly hustle and bustle; and then all of a sudden in the middle of the night there comes an outburst of energy from nowhere and you are immediately filled with life and enough motivation to do house chores, pack and repack all clothings, bake, wash and learn sewing all at 1:00am. This post is on the basis of that sudden gush of energy, so i am not particularly reliable for what i put down (or up, as in this case) while my brain is functioning on auto pilot. I avoided putting up a post during the festive period as it has been somewhat a yearly practice of mine, the sole reason for this is my ever benevolent nature towards other human kinds (just so we are clear, i'm also benevolent to non-humans). You see, after viewing my immediate and extended environment and with all the "happy" (which i classify as noise) that is all around a

"It's just a crush" she had told herself over and over again in the attempt to bring herself back to reality, but on this particular matter, all her being seem to be posing a revolution against her will, even the lips of which the words come off always seem to give off a little smirk each time she makes the statement. She tried rationalizing with her brain but it seems her brain is the organizer and leader of the revolution, evident by the numerous times it has replayed to her the mental playback of how it all started, and the numbers of silly daydreams that followed after. She remembers vividly the day that the trouble all began. Prior to this fateful day, everything had been peaceful, but right after she made the silly mistake of walking up to him and making a conversation with this other life form, her life was thrown into shambles and disorganization. Her whole system went into disarray, pandemonium broke out in every organ in her body. Life had been difficult a

There was something about her that amazed and surprised him. It had not been a very good day for him so far, he sat there on the cold bench shutting the rest the world particularly those in the same arena with him while stirring and cooking up the anger burning up inside of him. He had watched her in fury as she wandered back and forth disturbing his train of thoughts with the annoying, persistent sound that emanated from her stylish stilettoes.

I fear that i will always be a lonely number like the root of 3 A 3 is only all that is good in write Why does my 3 keep out of sight beneath a root sign I wish instead I was a 9 For 9 could forth this evil trick with just some quick arithmetic I know I'll never see the sun as 1.7321 Such as my reality a sad irrationality. Hark! for this I see another root of 3 is quietly waltzing by Together we multiply to form a number we prefer Rejoicing as an integer we break free our mortal bonds And as a wave of magic wands the root sign become unglued And love for me is now renewed. Source: Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay   ( 2008 )