It has been a crazy week. Demented, more like, or should I say psychotic? No, trying to personify it with synonyms of madness doesn’t seem to emblazon it properly. Let’s just say that it was a quite a week. Not bad, but just messed up. And it’s making me nuts.

If I think hard about it; I mean, really really hard, I think I can remember that in the course of 5 days, I’ve had nothing but a continuous streak of assignment deadlines. But I can’t remember well. Doctor said my brains were fried, a result of excessive critical thinking (a feat for the likes of me, he said) and insufficient sleep. I went on a complete meltdown for a whole day. I didn’t remember what happened, but mom said I sang “Can you feel the love tonight,” while waltzing with the kitchen mop for an hour or so. She then knocked me unconscious with her tazer, because she was afraid I might do something dangerous, and because the mop was a good mop. It lost half of its hair when I was done with it.

Anyway, the doctor said I should lay off with thinking more than I should, so I’m stuck to Bugs Bunny cartoons the whole week and I’m not allowed to eat carrots. Oh, I’m also not supposed to write, but the doctor doesn’t need to know.

There’s also the matter of losing my Sony E. K700i handphone.

I dropped it at Alpha Angle and it got nicked in an instant (I didn’t manage to see who). And it was a perfectly good phone, despite the memory size and the shitty joystick. Now I’ll have to settle with an old Nokia, and with all my contact numbers lost. Tell me your handphone numbers, ya? I’m very keen on refurbishing my list. Unless I owe you cash. Then I don’t think I know you.

There was one morning where I woke at 3 a.m., thanks to my nefarious brother who quite conveniently forgot to re-switch my air-cond on after taking a midnight shower (the conditioner in my room uses the same port as the shower, so you can’t have them on at the same time or it’ll be short circuit). And being the small room that is mine, it grew immensely stuffy, so I was forced to wake and wash my face. Then I saw that Michelle had IMed me 4 minutes before.

And I replied (O.o). And we chatted for an hour or more. And she asked me something that kick-started an engine roar of questions, which I predominantly repeat over my head until now. And then I really started to wonder about something that bro said to me, very constantly. About knowing that I wanted in life.

I knew what I wanted then, but I didn’t understand why I’m so fickle. I didn’t understand why I didn’t pursue things wholeheartedly. Apart from a few exceptions, but then again those exceptions didn’t stack up in significance.

Maybe it’s really time I stop being so indecisive, and let the future worry itself when I get there. Maybe I should really get what I want.

No fear. So said the T-shirt.

Goodnight People.