The path less trodden, always.

It’s 3.36am. Ok I know what you are thinking. Wait…!

I chanced upon reading some old emails… And recalled how I felt back then. I was very happy then. We were very happy. It’s peculiar how my memory of what actually transpired was corrupted by all the sorrow and finger-pointing.

Mulberry bush, mulberry road. Clocks ticking, wooden clogs. Pitter patter, raindrops falling on my head. Billie Jean is not my lover, she is just a girl. (yep, was scouring the web for Beatboxing, which led to Michael Jackson’s Beatboxing, then the Moonwalk, then his 1st rendition of the Moonwalk in 1983 during the performance of Billie Jean). With Marcel Marceau in the mix too. And Yoke Wong the piano instruction thingy.

 dear readers: the above does not have any hidden meaning to it. just a typical night of wasting time, wasting away in front of the computer.

Weird train of thought there. I was struggling to stay awake 9 hours ago during evening class. And I haven’t taken a nap since then. I even did some light exercise. It is already 3.59am and I’m not as fatigued as I was in the evening. Weird bio-system, screwed up bio-clock.

I’d better lie on my bed and meet Arisu hime, wherever in hime-land she may be…

2 days more to IPPT.  

 

(more…)

1. Am I right about you being wrong, or am I wrong about me being right?

2. Are those who bother, bothersome? 

3. I’d rather be wrong than wronged.

Ah, the conundrum.

I wonder if I’ll ever get the answers one day.

 This entry is brought to you by 3 of my QOTDs(Quote of the day), and the puzzle that is me.