Random stuff.

Typing here now I’m almost too sleepy to keep my eyes open. Hitting the sack late last night after watching ‘Seven’ (the 1995 murder thriller starring Morgan Freeman and Brad Pitt) and waking early to catch the Academy Awards I’m definitely having lack of sleep. Minami’s Piano Piece of Sena is blaring softly to my ears, soothing and calming. I’ll probably be sleeping soon, but of course not before I type a little something here.

It has grown on me, blogging. And now I have a tendency to sit up and type about whatever things I could think of, and the sensation of typing leisurely with the best of my music lulling the gloom and stress that could ever accumulate in a day is bliss. And then there were the comments, though they come in small sums, were always a delight. To know that your works, your sentences I and your words were somehow being read is a writer’s orgasm (I apologize for the way I put it, currently my mind is too tired to think of another analogy, or metaphor, or whatever).

The trouble is that I have grown to love typing so much I would still type despite having really nothing posting in this small, humble blog. I know, well, at least I was typing and those works do go to my ‘Written Works’ folder in my laptop here, but I’m running out of better things to type (hence this post and its title).

‘Crash,’ won the Oscar for best motion picture of the year. I was surprised; Brokeback Mountain was favoured to win (and the critics said so), but I couldn’t be more delighted that ‘Crash’ won. I had watched the movie and I love it, and it was possibly the best movie of 2005 that I could ever watch. I read in an article somewhere online that ‘Crash’ won due to a late surge of praise, thus winning over Brokeback by a small margin. A Cinderella story, perhaps?

College is restarting tomorrow; my third semester. Once more I’m a little nervous. How’re things going to be? How’re my friends, my coursemates? How much can someone change in a semester break? It’s silly, really. Sometimes my own idiocy amazes me. Perhaps, though, the fear of getting worse in every sense available is still instilled within me. I thought my new surge of confidence and self-esteem would’ve drowned these preposterous idiocies, yet somehow the doubts and uncertainties lingered.

But I know once I’m back in college all these stupid thoughts will go away, because my friends are forever great.

I’ve been sighing a lot these days, mostly at myself, sometimes at things that concerns me, and sometimes when things are seemingly going awry. I sighed when I had once more managed to “piss my brother off” for the 113 time, I sighed when I heard something the newspapers had probably covered up, I sighed when Howl’s Moving Castle lost to Wallace and Gromit in the Oscars (contending for best animated feature) and I sighed when it seemed like she hasn’t been reading my blogs lately.

Somehow, at the end of the semester break, my holidays seemed so short and uneventful. My trip to Bangkok made it seemed a little longer (yes, if you’ve noticed, the Bangkok trip is rather uneventful save the 3rd day). I wished the break would’ve been a little longer, another week perhaps (and it’ll give the college AMPLE TIME to revise my time-table, which stinks by the way and in my opinion of course).

Okay we’ve come to a point where I say that I’ve nothing to type about anymore, and subsequently I’ll be typing out my apologies and probably claim that the post above is lame. But I’m lazy and tired today from basketball and sleepiness, so I’m just gonna do this…..

No idea, me lame, sorry, goodnight people.

Sweet dreams to all (I’m feeling generous…)