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My eyes feel like there are 10 ton slabs attached to them. Open. OPEN.

A Bit Of A Poem

So, my blog is dying a very slow death, not due to the unwillingness to write, but more to the fact that I dont have the time, or when I have the time, I dont have the will to write anything.

It will be back , eventually, with them rambles and doodles and poems, but that will be in febuary. For now, it's all about random, once in awhile posts.

When in need of a muse
And of something to write,
Let loose your inhibitions,
And let go of fright.

For fun comes naught,
with them walls of worry.
It comes with joy,
And laughter and
the desire for glory.

Binge Eat.

No heavy meals after 8. Thats the rule. However, I cant seem to keep that. Every Single Night. Now, as I struggle to stay awake to allow my food to digest, here's what I had for dinner.

3 bottles of pokka tea

250 Soya milk

500ml Meiji Milk

1 tube of ChewIts

1 plate of dumpling noodle

Rojak

1 plate of char grilled chicken

Baked potato

Bowl of rice with 6 slices of bacon

More pork

Bowl of Soup

Its not that much, but it was between 9 and now. And that was not spread out. Anyway, I think I might know where the high blood pressure comes from. Haha. Thing is, I can still eat.

The Proof Of The Prayer..

I'm not a deeply religious man. Then again, depends on how you look at it. Some people think making the effort to go to church every Sunday makes them pious. Makes them faithful. To me, I think the church is just an amplifier. The faithfulness, the piousness. That happens in everyday life. Every action. not just once a week. not just when someone is blasphemous.It is an ongoing process, and you give yourself that reminder by going to church once in awhile when you lose faith.

Anyway, point of this conversation. I was wondering yesterday. How do I get my act together. I mean, everyone says the next step is uni. I think that's useful only if I'm gonna spend a large sum of money to pretend to be studying so I can mess around another 2 years. Plus uni chicks are, in myth, good conversationalists.Niiicee. So, I was wondering, that thought. what should I do. And then today (this is the funny part)(to me at least) 2 different unrelated people came up to me, and asked about my skating. One asked how many skate comps have I joined. The other asked if my trip to Sydney was to take part in a competition. Now, I must really give off a good vibe. But that's not the point. Point is, I got my answer. And I don't believe much in coincidental coincidences

l.o.a.d.i.n.n.n.n.n.n.n.n........

I've been thinking about shutting this blog down. I like this blog, and ramblegalore has really stuck, the name and all. But this blog was for my doodles and rambles, none of which are present as of late. Rambles are present, but of a standard I shouldn't be proud of. So till I find out a reason on why the think tank is dry, this blog is on a hiatus. I'm on a hiatus.

On another note, I really wanna go to Sydney right now and skate the Bondi bowl till I feel like coming back.

Thanks For The Tags:

Liana : wah, wise beyond your years. and you know what, you sound like a tutor. I think it's all that work at the centre. haha. yes teacher.

Tabitha: Then how? cry? call police?