LALALALALA

It's about time. The time whereby the illusion of solace augmentation morphs into real pandemonium. The sinuous path is finally resolving, but the days of solemnity ahead are dreadful.

At such a critical point, where some of the population are wallowing in a remorseful, solicitous state of oscillating confidence/fear, while some are all set to go. I find myself tossed right in the middle, in an aberrant point, i.e, I am currently very bothered about the fact that I have just drank red bull and might not make it to dreamland anytime soon. What aggravates the situation is the fact that I have to wake up at 0800 hrs to catch daddy's express to church to study. Miss that, and I'm bound for a day of sloth, at home.

My body clock is malfunctioning. I wake up at 10-11 in the morning.(sleep around 2am) If this keeps up, I'll be all set to go-and miss that morning paper I have next week.

Second worrying point-My heroes episode is buffering very slowly (now that word makes me go nausea thinking of buffering capacities, buffer solutions, and blood that induces great vertigo!).

Third-I've been still slacking.

May fear actuate me. And may I adhere with great alacrity to what I abhor.

I actually found myself reading lame stuff over wiki yesterday. From reading on mathematical history ( I don't remember any names here, it was a nauseating ride because I could barely relate to whatever the article was preaching). And then from a series of links I found myself stumbling across a quote " I think, therefore I am", ~Descartes. which is pretty lame. Why do philosophers have so much time on their hands to the extent whereby they have to prove their own existence?

I think perhaps philosophers are people who think too much. they STONE too much. As a result, we get the "Philosopher's Stone". And now I've proven some brain damage in me. Ah crap.

C'mon people. Sing the ABC song with me.

A
B
C
D
E
S
U
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ROAR