Skinning for WP in CSS is, after all, not as easy as I’ve come to expect after dappling with it at work for the past few days. The little things that went wrong with the output brutally reminded me of why I had given a personal blog template up for a common ready-made one D: Yes this blog is in dire need of REDESIGN. It’s mocking me so bad. BUT I WILL DO IT ONE DAY. ONE FINE DAY. Hmm.
Oh, and work has been slightly more tiring. That’s all I can say. Meanwhile, I need to stop napping late at night thinking I would be able to sustain my consciousness afterwards, enough to get me started on drawing productively. Cause I can’t. Even if I don’t, tiredness doesn’t decrease, and my bed stares me down till the point I cave in to sleep.
Sometimes I’m too tired to even process any form of thoughts. Huh?
clubbing is shit.
never understood, and maybe never will,
the reason why people willingly step in there cause it stinks.
literally as well as figuratively.
with bad lights and alcohol to bring out the worst in people.
they let loose beneath a shroud of faceless anonymity,
all the while thinking damn it’s cool
to have earned the right to do as they please,
conveniently excusing themselves with the
ten thousand glasses they’ve just downed.
i’m saying, that isn’t.
relationships between people hang on a line so thin the further both ends are being stretched, the more tension stored in those minute fibres; they quiver with intensity with the slightest tug, they unwind in all directions when succumbed to pressure, and -
it snaps.
everyone’s been balancing on that thin line lately. so many lines have been broken; hearts and hopes alike. i’m swaying between the broken ends right where whole and perfect should have been, but it’s not like i’m endowed with the skills to mend it. what if i’m not trying hard enough? i’m so clueless. life has no right answers, and the decision must come from none other than you.
the thin line is not for me to trust. unhappy experiences are undeniably unhappy experiences; that when you fast forward to the end of your life, they still count, and you still wish they hadn’t existed.
so, what better than to stave off some while you have the means? devoid of feelings or face the sting. in these moments i like to take a mindless, lengthy plunge into sleep.
If you serve me what you claim as ramen that comes in a mess of yellow frozen supermarket bought noodles tasting a bit too much like msg dunked in a crappy soup base, –
I AM GOING TO HATE AND BOYCOTT YOUR RESTAURANT RAMEN DISHES FOREVER.
You feel the need to bitch? Go ahead and do it in your own private time. Spelling out names in full online – in the process allowing robots to register it in search engines – and spewing childish “degratory remarks” is too way unethical especially when the statements are so overly baseless.
And overdue.
