It just dawned on me that I haven't updated close to 3 weeks now. Pretty long a hiatus no? Whilst I'm still caught in the mundanity of things (not that it's bad to have a little consistency), sometimes I wonder who my spontaneity has eloped with.

That aside, it's inexplicable really how ecstatic I am with the commencement of the new semester . As much as I love vacations and all that, I can't wait to get past mine, so that my brain cells get their much deserved stimulation it has been deprived of, for like forever. (It's so evident, you can tell from the way I'm expressing myself.) Like really. * Note the frequent use of bimbotic language.

Of late, I've been so preoccupied with I don't know what. But it seems that I've something to tend to almost everyday. If I'm not flying, it's some event I'm attending or a certain someone I'm meeting for brunch, lunch or dinner or just coffee. I'm falling behind my religious reading though which displeases me a great deal. And oh, I'm proclaiming myself the queen of procrastination. Sloth has crept in ever so stealthily and I hate that it throws me off track. But everything's been a mad rush. The adrenaline is almost orgasmic. I find that pretty hilarious but I like entertaining that thought. And I'm most definitely not complaining. I'm glad I've been kept duely busy.

On a different note, as much as I hate to speak of my personal life, there's just a tiny issue that's been annoyingly reccurent. Yes as much as ignorance is bliss, sometimes being gracious overrides that. And when I succumb to my otherwise 'unbitchy' side (stupid alter ego) , I find that I get caught up in the cycle.
So I've hence decided that I shall play devil after all. As long as I'm not hurting more than one party in the end.

So that's that for now.
I'm going to promise that I give myself a little 'me' time.

Conformity

Do we conform just for social acceptance?
Just so that we belong and fit in?

Blindly follow what we know to be wrong and yet proclaim otherwise, only because we choose not to be perceived as outcasts?
Give up the prerogative to be individualistic?
Mob mentality or plain idiocy?

No. I simply refuse to be one and the same.
I am my own person and I will in every way exercise that right.
So there.
Shoot me cos' I'm different.
And because I dare to be.

Pointless.

The latest just in.
The dimwit has deleted his blog account.
He works fast doesn't he? It took him 3 hours (It was still there when I posted my latest entry.)
Seems that the jerk has absconded. To india.
Well this bit hasn't got to do with me. He's been there a while.
He better stay there. Cos I don't know what I'm capable of.
(Yeah right, like I'm some big mafia don.)
That settles it. I HAVE to drop it.
All this drama for what? Nothing. Damn.

Death lurks.

I don't mean to sound cynical.

But i don't want to die!
Not yet.
And not in a plane crash.

I don't want to cross over to the other side missing some extremity or mutilated or disfigured.

Turbluence en route.
Deteoriating weather conditions.
I don't know why we still fly to Phuket.
And I can't help with the paranoia knowing disaster strikes thrice.
It certainly doesn't help looking at the crash site with unyielding thoughts that play in your mind incessantly.

I'll never forget how thunderous applause roared through the cabin when we landed safely.
For that two hours, I don't think I've ever prayed so hard.
To live.