The long awaited post arrives.
Not a moment too soon, not a moment too late.

Having trouble sleeping tonight.
I wonder why.

My hand is just being a crap ass.
Cramping all over with sick numbness that doesn't go away.

A stupid clicking in the distance that ignores the hell out of me.
Click, click, click, click...

The heat permeating through the bed and into my already warm body.
Trying as best to put my wasted soul to rest.

Tossing & turning like a fish out of the water.
Sleep @ 4am in the morning.

What's the matter?
A totally random post.
Not such a random one until you think about it.

Deprivation of sleep?
Or is it the gaining of extra hours awake?
You decide.

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The cursor blinks constantly as i stare into blank space thinking of what to write in my blog entry since the longest period of hiatus. The clicking doesn't stop. Click, click, click. Since i last blogged, i've been to Bangkok and KL in a short span of 5 weeks since the start of the holidays. Recently thinking of scaling Mount Everest, going on a backpacking tour and quitting school altogether.

A mental blogger's block is setting in as i punch this letters on my keyboard. I struggle to fill this empty cavity of white space with a decent combination of perfectly synchronised words that would evoke any emotions from the reader, or deliver any of my own emotions to them. I struggle. Each letter, each keystroke gets harder and slower to type. My morning breath has just started to exude through my oral cavity as i slogged to come up with something decent in this post. Yet, i feel like this is total bull.

20 minutes. 20 minutes i have taken to type this totally random and useless post which serves no other purpose but to make me as tired and as mentally drained as possible so that i can go to sleep. But is this 20 minutes enough? or do i only need something else? Why is there so many questions in this blog post of mine? I would like to know too.

I just want to sleep the day away. 24 hours. That's what i need to recharge, to cleanse, and to purge the devils within my soul. Yet, i can't get it. A neverending 24 hours of sleep would be comatose to my life. A 24 hour sleep. Hmmm... I yearn for it, but would never attain it.

Dear reader, do not take my words to heart. do not believe what you see is actually the truth. a writer does not write for the sake of writing, he writes to deliver. he writes with such fervour in order to show something, to prove a point. so read it slowly, carefully, but decipher the meaning of this passage to understand the truth, the meaning of this reckless and totally meaningless and random post.

... as i put down my soul to rest. all is well, all is well.