Brandt Line

My brother just used the bottom of his bed and created a border that separates my room into two. Something like a north south-divide. Down right smack in the middle, so that he can see what I'm doing and I can't see what his doing. Kinda like a disparity kinda thing (?). His side of his room has undergone some major renovation that he took one entire day in his restless frenzy to shift everything. Everything will tend towards disorder anyway. But the more disorder there already is, the less disorderly it will get (or seem). (ty's third law) Thus, there really isn't a point to pack. to benefit from ty's 3rd law, one is advice not to pack stuff at all. for tidiness is proportional to time spent. (with a constant of effort in the equation).

The time within me is getting displaced quite evidently. I slept at 2 last night woke up at 0012hrs this afternoon. I'm starting to get more structure in my life. like exercise. weights, pull ups, and also frog hops up the freaking stairs. (burning sensation!)

I'm thinking of shutting this blog down, for good, yea, for good, and the greater good for myself. For my days are numbered, it is such a tragedy to document my last days. halcyon days! oh yea. Again. Do people feel like this when they are about to die?

It is rather insulting that my brother doesn't seem joyful with his 16 points when I was all over cloud nine with my 15 points. (well, I wasn't expecting much then. Greedy me expected 12 points for studying two weeks, talk about being realistic). ty's 2nd law states that O'level results are randomly generated. A1 for combine humanities in bro's certificate proves my 2nd law. (opps!). My congratulations to some and my condolences to others, and the target of my greetings will be based on your own discretion.

Been doing a lot misc stuff lately. Namely, facebook's word challenge. It is a vexing game, trust me. I am so going to beat that 60K points. But with my 11K record now, it's gonna be a long journey of pain and suffering. But I will get there! I WILL! before I die. Watching Lost. It's really a perplexing show where it really gives the viewer a perspective void of direction. (we gobble whatever is thrown to us at whatever point. anything can happen. weird people, weird metallic junk in the jungle. freaky people. (!!) ) and yea, it shows I haven't gotten far in the series. Of like the myriad of seasons, I'm actually on the first. And yea, halfway through. Not very good progress. But the site I'm watching from buffers slowly, so I'll go along with their pace.

I think embracing the ephemeral is so tough. I jettison all hope, in hopes I can be happier. That is a strange irony isn't it. I really don't wish to document my last days. But really, the temptation is really tough to fight.