Keep the Pace!

Tidbits: Sometimes self-help can only last so long. I need a Morrie.


I'm going to be honest- I have absolutely no good-worthreading-KennySia material to blog about. Everything seems very empty right now, my brain included. This is what you call being burnt out and in a state of ashes. I think this blog will turn into those typical 73642387 emo blogs you find on the net very soon.
No, I'll not allow that to happen. That's frankly a lifeless thing to do. It's very "Nigel's blog archives of 2006/2007".


And btw, doesn't the word 'delirium' sound dreamy? It's like the Patrick Dempsey of the vocabulary world, McDreamy, no?. Delirium. Delirious. Yes, I'm might be somewhat close to that. I think I'll be happier to see the world in a delusional manner. So, I Googled (actually Yahoo!ed, oh well for formality's sake) 'delirious' hoping to stumble upon a lunatic photo. All the pictures I see are those belonging to some gospel band called Delirious. Okay, so I'm not that bad since even gospel singers need help.


Moving on at the speed of light. A word of advice: Don't marry an economist.
They're definitely not Shakespeare material, so don't expect showers of sonnets and love scripts. Let me give you an analogy. It's almost like MLTR being economists singing Paint My Love and the MV has illustrations of graphs. I'm making this sweeping statement, and we all have my economics lecturer to thank. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love her though I think she'll probably draw a graph of my affections and find the equilibrium point where I'll love her enough to do anything for her.
One of the biggest regret of my life: Taking economics.
One of the smartest thing I've done in my life: Taking economics.


My current life mission (with respect to the time of writing this entry) is
#1: To find my earphones. Losing things is one of my biggest pet peeves. I honestly hate losing things. What pains it even more is that I have conditioned myself to be extra (and believe me, I have) careful, so when these things happen it basically sucks. I even make an effort to check back twice at minimum at any place that I've sat down before making a move everytime it's on the brink of OCD. Then again, I know it's in A Place Called Here.


#2: Run. Yes, physically using my legs, not the running away from problems kind. About time to give the gluteus maximus a cry too. I think it's a good way to destress. A serene park with yellow autuum leaves and a large pristine lake in the middle would be swell. Alternatively, a more realistic choice would be a garbage and noise filled Malaysian park. Swell.


I think I need to continue writing for a fine escapade from the craziness. It's a blessing to be able to get lost entirely in your thoughts. It's the only place where you can yell "I'm king of the world!" without having a bird fly past your head and leave it's mark.


Okay, time to stop this delirium. FML.