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Yooohoooo~!

I put my hands high up and stood under the whirling fan - it was a hot day. I sort of screamed, mimicking my voice and cleared my mind for that short while. Then, I spun myself around following the fan's movement. Childish? It was fun.

There was no sweat trickling down my back or whatsoever. Yet, my now itchy scalp yelped in a moment of distress, begging me to scratch it. I did it violently, frustrated by the fact that my scalp wouldn't stop complaining. Argh~!

All because of standing under the sun for less then 20 minutes. The sunlight and its warmth should be a good thing aint?

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Well, about an hour ago, I was back from my piano theory tuition and because of the prickling heat, I headed straight to my room. I could have laid down in my bed relaxing myself if it was not for all those junks I thrown and ignored on my bed... Yea, I'd never really slept on my bed. For an instance, I felt sorry and started clearing things a bit. I arranged the reference books that I bought yesterday and am left with two plastic bags. Stoning at my spot, I wondered how I could make use of it. I shifted my eyes and glanced at the blue garbage bin. ( I rather use the word "garbage bin" than "dustbin" .)

Dear garbage bin, sad to say I had no clean it for a long time already, approximately a few months? True, bad enough. My room was dirty and dusty I realized. I looked at the plastic bags held in one of my hands then looked at the garbage bin then the plastic bags then the garbage bin then plasic bags again. What else? I removed the lid of the garbage bin and "enveloped" the bin with one of the white plastic bags. After that, I turned the bin over upside down. Followed by a few knocks on the base of the garbage bin was taking the bin out of the plastic bag. Gasp!

My eyes automatically zoomed in to the bits of used tissue papers on top of the pile of garbage... I noticed something brown on it. It were moulds!!! Growing on the USED tissue papers!!! And what was inside the USED tissue paper??? Phlegm... Eeeeeeewww... I held my breath and tied the bag up once and for all... How disgusting.... Ugh... I then looked inside the garbage bin, there were moulds sticking to the side of the bin as well!!! Argh....

It really grossed me out. The good point was, this event eventually acted as a stimulator and got me working a bit of my muscles... Triceps and biceps... I grabbed the already tied plastic bag - now garbage bag - in one hand and the blue bin in another. I marched straight outside, left the garbage bag in one corner and proceeded to stand under the sun watching the blue conainer without its lid for a while.

I asked my dad if I can spray some water into the bin, in an attempt to clean it obviously. He suggested me to spray it with insecticide first and thus I went, zooming here and there in my house - desperately looking for an insecticide... I'm the ultimate dumb a**, I soon figured it out.
I succeed in doing so at last and started spraying it or rather filling it with water out in the yard with a hose. I was actually thinking of "drowning" those moulds... Bah... Ah well, the next thing I did was "pouring" some detergent into the bin. I filled it with water again. This time, I enjoyed the process while watching bubbles foaming on the surface. I continued doing so until the foam soon reached th brink of the blue bin. I closed the tap and stood there stoning again.

Hey... It looked like a glass of beer! Instead of a transparent glass, it was a blue garbage bin and what replacing the real beer was foam with numerous bubbles as some novelty topping in it. Cool imagination eh? Haha... I hate beer.

Yea right, so I poured the contents out and repeated doing so a few times, making sure that the garbage bin was thoroughly cleaned. I even washed the lid. Only then am I satisfied with my work and left it under the sun to dry up or should I have say let the sunbeam "sterilise" my dear blue garbage bin. But, whatever, I had enough.

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I switched on my PC. Waited for quite a long time for it to finish loading and whatever... I logged on to my Blogger account and opened up a few other websites out of habit. Here I am. Sitting with one leg on the big-hard-comfy-not-rosewood chair. Typing.

That's when I clicked on the orange coloured PUBLISH button. Contented.

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Today, a few extracts from Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami...
Yep, I like his work.

"Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene I hardly paid it any attention. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that 18 years later I would recall it in such detail."

"...a rare talent for finding the interesting parts of someone's generally uninteresting comments so that, while speaking to him, you felt you were an exceptionally interesting person with an exceptionally interesting life."

People like that is really appreciated and liked by all. Unfortunately, I'm not somebody likewise although I desperately wish so. It would definitely make things easier and a great difference to me. Since I have but a rather weird personality in me that others see in their eyes, their very impression of me.

First impression is important. It pays a lot to ruin other's first impression of you, yourself.

Thus to myself - smile more often dear...

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Wow.

That's all I could say. Other then the Harry Potter books, none has been able to thrill me enough and make me ignore all when the masterpiece is in my hands. Though it is as thick as a dictionary, an encyclopedia even to some, I manage to finish it in just three days. Quite a record for me indeed. And after that, I truely long for more. I'm thirsty of it and can never recover of "losing" it for some time now. It had to be like this until the third book of this trilogy is publish.

Yes, nothing more. I'm talking about none other then the Inheritance trilogy itself. In less then a week it is, I've done savoring the first two books - Eragon and Eldest. It leaves me striving for more. Just like how the Harry Potter books had me... But, patience...

There is this seminar that I will be attending next week for a continuous four days period. Well, hopefully it will cease me from thinking anymore about it and back - yes, back - to my normal student life. Throughout the whole journey I've witness Eragon's adventure, I imagined myself a world as such, as I would while reading all fictions. Somehow, with the help of the map of Eragon's world in the first two pages of those books, it enhance my imagination of those few lands.

Thus, I'm anticipating much from its movie which will be due on the 15th of December.

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It doesn't help to delay
When your life is at bay.

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I quoted this from a radio advertisement this morning, in my mom's car.
I like it.
Therefore, I'm keeping it here.

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It's rather funny. Why so? Haha.. It actually took me quite a while to recover this blog of mine again. I can't believe I forgot all of my account's details. In less than 36 hours too. Silly.

Very well, there's actually a mountain high of stuff that I wanted to spit out - almost all at once - and I'm going to refrain myself from doing that. I need to save something at least to continue nourishing this blog of mine. I won't want it to "die away" that early as to seeing what my earlier blogs' fates are, and yes, nevermind about that anymore. Not that I care very much about it. Reason being : I must admit that I'm lazy and especially when I'm suffocated by endless books of designed information all the time. I couldn't escape from that and I never would. Seemingly, my future depends on it. Have you guessed what that is? = D

And apparently, I've to disappoint you that this would be all I would pen for now as I think I'm rather long-winded... Yea, that is only the introduction ( an official one I suppose) and see how much "length" I have gone through. What? No. It's pretty long enough for me. Thank you. I'll brag more in the future if that is what you wish. And I solemnly hope that you are patient enough to go through all this. Anyway, it's hard to read all the text with all those colour scheme I've chosen, ain't?

With that, so I rest my pace. Here.

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I have come to a conclusion.

I need to widen my vocabulary's scope..

blah...

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Sadness, that's what drove me into this. I do not understand myself well, so I think... But there is always this ego in me that says: I'm the mastermind of all happenings..

As a safety precaution, the true meaning behind all that I typed will need to be thought of deeply; that is if you ever want to know what's going on here anyway...

Anyway, I hope nobody or no one at all could track me all the way here, again, if they ever even bother to... Well, I'm not only sophisticated and complex, I, me, somehow someway somewhat is a sick person. Scared? I'm not surprise.. as you might...

Seriously, I've considered letting somebody else - somebody professional - to "encrypt" me, to tell me if I'm normal enough. Especially on the way I think, my mind.. It's driving me mad, crazy, insane... everything. I do not understand.

I can speak it all out in my mind - imagining conversations within myself with myself... Illogical? Nonsense? It could be normal though? However, all attempts to make it into a "hard copy", an output of some sort or through any means of media are to no avail. I just could not get it out and yes, that's definitely bad...

Why is it bad? You know something, keeping EVERYTHING to yourself is never really a good idea. You will still desire a person in which you can have faith in to appear suddenly in front of you so that you are able to "share" your thoughts, your burdens, your desperation, your endless complaints, your shameless sorries for your ownself... What the hell? See what I mean, I'm never good at writing stuff, they rot- literally. Back to it, I've been retaining a lot of "darkness" in me, not letting it out at all... Yea, it's painful...

Psychology? Kidding me... The more I think about this things, the more confused I'm getting, I believe... haha.. But, I love it... I really love it...