no inspiration

Whoo. Blogging again.

And I thought I've cut the habit of blogging so often. At least I'm not blogging about.. Ah, nevermind.

Two more days before I'm free from work! Fri and Sat.

Then it's hello freedom (and panicking) before poly starts.

Tried to begin writing ABAL (II) today. It was only then when I realised that I didn't remember any other characters' names apart from Chris, Sherry and Isaac. Mr Dong and LeAnn.

Gosh.

I think I need to re-read ABAL (I) at least ten times through first before I can embark upon ABAL (II).

I'm such a failure. Bleh.

Blogging without the wysiwyg editior no shiok. I can't express myself better. I can't make the font big. Or tiny. Just the same size over and over again. -sigh-

I didn't even realise that my pc's CPU was gone until my sis pointed it out today. Lols. Guess I've been cooped up here in my room for too long, such that I didn't even know the CPU wasn't there. And I didn't even look when going to turn on/off the modem... Which I didn't do yesterday. Hmm.

Oh god, the electricity bill. Thank goodness we're on broadband.

I've got a tiny scratch on my mac already. -heartpain-

I sure as hell know that I didn't cause te scratch to be there. But oh wells, it's gonna get scratched sooner or later, more so when I have to be toting it around all day in the future. Better get used to it now.

Had a pretty nice day off today, watched anime with my sis. Pointedly ignoring her questions as I've watched the anime before and didn't want to be a spoiler. So I kept adamantly quiet, leaving her in anxious frustration.

It's queer, isn't it, when people keep aksing about a movie or such, asking someone who has watched it before, then shushing the person when he or she wants to answer =.=

When will I be able to truly begin on ABAL (II)? I haven't even settled the plot yet. Or maybe I shouldn't be doing the plot thing, but jut going with the flow.

I just can't find inspiration.

I think I sound like I'm whining. And such a self-centered freak.

How many I's can you see in this particular post? How many my's, mine's, or me's can you count?

Mmmph. So many random thoughts, questions without answers, or too many differing answers, impossible for a definite one.

Bleh. Anyway, here's a random poem. Been writing it in my head since last night while I was packing chopsticks for takeaway. xP

~*~

Can you hear my heart beating?
Hear the blood rushing through my veins?
No, you can't, of course not.
There's nothing left to bleed.

Can you hear the sound of my crying?
Hear the echoes of my weeping?
No, you can't, of course not.
There're no tears left to shed.

You left me there, nowhere to go;
No lighted way in sight.
A tunnel, an abyss, loneliness;
You left me there to die.

You left me there, no place to stay;
No shelter to protect me.
Depression, desperation, no salvation;
You left me there alone.

Can you hear the angels weeping?
Hear the demons laughing?
Oh, yes, you can.
You know I've lost;
You're taking pleasure in my pain.

-Chlo*, 29 March '07

~*~

Dark and morbid, a little more like the old me. But it doens't mean anything, not much anyway.

Or is there some emotional wound inside me that has yet to heal..?