i cannot count beyond my fingers anymore.

i should really be fast asleep right now. but as much as my body wants to, my mind simply refuses for it to do so. instead, i find myself in the indundatory void of the asleep and the awake, the whispers of lifelessness that are as alive as sunflowers in the cold, cold winter. I also find from within an old soul, one that holds forsaken but never forgotten records of the 60s; where a poetic heart that beats in the slow clapping of melancholic rhythm – tap tap, carrying words ever so precious in its pockets. and like how the stars float ever so gracefully into the ocean, the rain falls down with peace and release, onto the benches in the park, onto the lonely carousels – that perhaps, are not so lonely any more, with every drop that slides across its old and wasted paint.

perhaps, i should sleep. tomorrow will be a long day. pleh! i am a kangaroo and you are a salmon! >

and this shall be aptly called, asdf.

if i could, i would press caps lock and immediately start typing furiously in capitals, in bold, everything i always wanted to say. it wouldn’t go on forever, but just a paragraph, a very precious one that perhaps, just perhaps could explain everything.

other than that, school’s back, ratatatat, and it is quite amusing to see people getting terrified at the idiosyncrasies involving pi (and this point, i am terribly tempted to go piiiing, but i shall abstain for the sake of retaining sanity (: ) oh, here’s an advertisment for: priscilla ahn! time to do my part in order for her to get relatively famous enough so she can get invited for mosaic music festival next year, which i will drag myself to go to even if i am sick with purple dino pox and need a national security helicopter to move my then 314159 -haha- tonne self to the recital studio.

the ‘backspace’ button is possibly the button that has the highest press count, and entries like these don’t exactly help.