Mystery Revealed.

Fear not! The awesome me is here to write more self-praising rambling and unimportant rubbish. You might wonder why I’m updating with so much zeal. Really?! 3 posts in less than 2 days?! I iz awesomez, no?!

I iz awesome!!! by I can haz cheezburger?

Wonder no more, the mystery will be revealed. Here, now, in a few seconds. Patience, son, to succeed you need to be patient. And have rich parents or lots a money. And be awesome.

..anyway.

The creative juice is flowing, the inspirations are so focused in this one very spot – my messy room or what I'd like to call organized-in-only-me-can-understand room, it’s like you can blindly grab words with ninja-like speed from the very air, squished them together and they will auto magically sync with the rest. It's like me and words are new BFF. Yeah, it’s all flower, rainbow, cookies and unicorns here. What do unicorn eat anyway? Flower or cookies? Or, heaven forbid, rainbow?!

Don't be fooled. Unicorns eat dream and hope. Image by Digrasian.

Truth to be told, it’s just combo of free time and The State. And I don’t have the heart to give those inspirational moments premature death by doing assignment. I’m not heartless, ruthless enough.

Or in another simple, single word: *ashamed whisper* procrastinating.

I will do my assignment, sure… eventually.

I really suck at time-management. I should be ashamed for myself. Maybe I should go cry and reflect on the corner with sad, angsty song as background music.

Just not now. Maybe later, or tomorrow, or I don’t know, when I feel like it?

Most Awesome Morning Caused by My Awesomeness

WOW. It’s 7 in the morning. 6 in Batam. It’s been forever since I’m willingly wake up at this time without feeling sleep-deprived. Nope, no such memory at all. Which basically means.. I’m awesome, to sleep early and wake up early, is good for body (direct Mandarin saying translation). Muahaha.

On another hand, last conscious thought before I went to La la Land is to do assignment in the morning. Which is like, now. But I’ve lost my motivation already. Oh well, procrastination is one of my hobby anyway which led me to always sleep late.

And I had the guts to doubt my self as Judging rather than Perceiving. Oh, heresy!

Yea, I take back what I say last night. Morning is awesome. So long as you had enough sleep and free time. Which might as well as rare as alignment of 8 planets. But one can hope, right?

Oh, and while we are in optimistic-to-the-point-of-delusional hoping, I’d like a time-machine please.To change the past or future? Too boring and troublesome. Why, to take dinosaur home as pet, of course.

And by this rambling I’m pretty sure it’s the morning that befuddled my thought. Yes, must be the morning.

Night, don’t you just love it?

I love the night. I love the mysterious darkness. I love the way street lamps light shine exceptionally bright. I love the companionable silence between me and my thought.

Remind me again why we have annoying blinding sun?

Oh, to remind us not to take night as granted. To brighten the world.  To give plants superpower to create nutrition and those fancy chemical stuffs, which we stole from eating them and animals which eat plants. We stole from those poor, defenceless plants! …by eating them.

And to make the darned cold go away. This alone is enough reason for it to be useful.

I love the night. I tolerate noon. But I still hate the morning which always gives me groggy feeling after waking up. Oh well, time to live is grace I suppose. And I’m thankful for the chance to live.

But right now? Let me just enjoy the night.