It's ironic how I just have this desire to blog when I am in this current extreme state of wordlessness.

After my harrowing one and a half weeks at work (and there's more to come) post Melbourne, my brain has stopped thinking straight (at least for tonight). Thoughts are disjointed. I don't even feel like writing in complete sentences.

(Hello Realty!)

I feel drunk.

I guess I'm getting high on the cocktail of adrenaline and a lack of sleep from all the deadlines.

All I wanna do is to sit down, stare into space with a repeat-mode worthy song on loop, and simply have the world pass me by.

But what I'm doing now is sitting down, repeating Khalil Fong's 爱爱爱 ad nauseum (though nausea hasn't set in yet), and typing pointless crap into this space while staring into space (I owe my typing skills to frequent MSN-ing). Thinking isn't in the picture. Just typing whatever comes my way. Life these days is like a drought. Good things come by rarely, and have to be rationed with scroogely care. It's no longer about looking for light at the end of the tunnel, but more a case of finding my way out of the desert. I don't give a damn about the light anymore. My throat is parched; my thirst is insatiable. I need my water.