.Beautiful Disaster.

purposeless. disoriented. spacey. disenchanted.

I just wore this deadpan expression this afternoon while walking the entire route back home. Underneath the blazing sun. back to my room. my one heck of a messy room. back to my study-table. my one heck of a messy study table. back to my bed.

My one heck of a messy bed.

And nope nuthin much happened on it last night. [in case u're using too much imagination]

Just that i have sooooo much stuff, and too small a table, i dump the rest of my books, files, clothing on top of my bed.

(i think something is inherently wrong with me but i don't really know wat. maybe i do, i just dun wanna say it.)

REALITY IS CRUEL. how true.

To think it really might be possible. To live through an entire life without it. its possible.

But nuthin terribly sinister happened to me. And no, no one has been malicious. I'm just talking abt things in the bigger picture.

So come hug me when u see me in campus. or better still, offer me money. :P

Or buy bash tickets from me. I have one remaining booklet to sell, though there's reservations :p

I have to draw up a to-do list. Soon, very soon. In fact half of it is already mentally done.

In fact i've even cleaned up my room :) Mentally :) Like i have this image of my whole room organized n CLEAN, my bros could stand at my door n gawk enviously into it.

But give me a holiday to realise that. 3 mths wasn't enuff.

REALITY IS CRUEL.

It so is. And wats worse, its inescapable.