Sunday, September 03, 2006
-Boredom Maths-
waking up at noon + layering nails with polish + badminton-ing + falling + teaching badminton to younger cousin + dinner = a very exhausted, albeit happy, bernice My long, long equation equates to a somewhat happy me. It just goes to prove that when someone wakes up at noon, it is possible for that person to feel tired at 10pm. I've been awake for... 10 hrs. And I'm ready to fall back into a deep deep sleep. What is my problem? Well, that's a good question. I ask myself to same thing everyday. [WARNING: Please stop reading here if you're not feeling so good. You might puke or something, and I really don't want you to puke on your keyboard, you know?] Is it possible for a person to die due to thought overload? Maybe the thoughts are so many, so dense and so intense that they clog up the person's blood circulation to the brain, and tomorrow the person would be found dead, with no reason except for the clotting of blood on the way down to the heart from his brain. That would be kind of nice though, don't you think? A nice new way to kill yourself, I mean. I might have gone a little crazy due to too much sun, maybe, but listen to what I have to say. If someone wanted to kill themselves, they would no longer have to jump down a building and end up crshed, bloodied and flattened. Instead, all they have to do is to think about all their problems at once, and wonder if their future is secured, whether or not insurance will cover yada yada... And then suddenly -- POOF -- they're on the floor dead, their eyes clouded over with worry and their face white as a sheet due to the worry that insurance might not cover if a plane crashed into their building. What's wrong with me? And should I continue?Alot of people who don't want to be dead would be found dead, however. People who have too much worry on their minds and stuffs. Like, if someone really had something worth thinking about. But then they would be found dead the next morning, mouth gaping with worry, worry lines in their faces not meant to be there for the next twenty years, neck bulging due to the blood that needed to go down, but was prevented due to the clogging.I should really stop now, yeah. I'm getting too graphic for myself, even. On the bright side, I read 2 Fearless books today. And besides all that graphic stuffs, I'm somewhat in a good mood still. Something is defniitely wrong with me.
| so spoken! @ 9:54 PM|
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