Creative Identity

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As usual, another day spent, another day expecting. Correct me if you feel that my opinion of one's identity should not be exaggerated. I hate it when they do that. When they pretend, when they act, when they demand and they query me. I don't have an answer for you. Like I said, I'm tired. And I don't want to have anything to do with queries.

And following this, is a short little post on jealousy when I can remember. 

Sorry, guys.

Of Coffee and Pretzels

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So, I've been working for hours on end. Surprisingly, if this is stress, I'm enjoying it right now. Does it sound ridiculous? 

I've been coping pretty well with it, I suppose. I always need a mug of coffee around, just to keep the edge off the nerves. But what I could really use right now is to be surrounded by banana milk and pretzels. Lots of lots of pretzels! Yumyumyum.

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Lately, I have trouble sleeping. I'm hoping it's just a short phase, but it already seems so permanent. I'm exhausted, so exhausted; I'm tired, all the time. I'm not sure if it's stress, emotional changes or environment, but this is horrible. Now waking up every day is a weary welcome that brings a new wave of yesterday's exhaustion. I don't know how long I can stand this shit.

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This is Pchy, for short. He's lovely, isn't he? 

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And this is Mario. 

I've been trying to keep up with their work since watching the Love of Siam, but so far; nothing has lived up to that level of great. 

And maybe it's the show. But somehow, I wished they ended up together. The ending was a little bit to bitter to bear. 

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ohmylord, Pchy does bear an uncanny resemblance to Joe, doesn't he?

The Severity of Being Severe

Would I be too conceited if I said I don't think I'm shallow. At least, not all the time, but that doesn't mean I am not.

Let's face it, as much as we claim to 'hate' shallow things, we are, to a certain extent of ourselves, shallow. Even if we don't like mainstream music, have a problem with humanity rights and are straight advocates of independence, identity and liberalism; don't we make small talk with others? About the weather, music, a recent movie and/or gush about what we think of a guy, something someone else wore and how shitty we feel on a beautiful day. Doesn't that make us shallow as well?

Well, it does. To a definite extent, we all have 'shallow' in ourselves, some just have more depth to their shallowness. We can't please everyone, so even if we're full of amazing crap we need to get off our chest, someone else is going to think we're shallow. We can't go around pouring the contents of our tormented souls to people we don't know, and frankly who honestly don't give two hoots about us. 

Lads.

Would you look at this? Wow. 

I really liked Seamus Finnigan when he was a child. 

And then Tom Felton got into the picture as he grew up. 

Hit it, lads!

MORIBUNDANCE

If you're patient enough to look it up in the dictionary, you will know that no such word exists. 

I've taken a fancy to the word 'moribund' and coined it with the word 'dance' and 'abundance'.

For those of you who don't know, moribund is defined as 'decline in health, or on the verge of death'. To me, it signifies impending death - unavoidable.

Moribundance to me, means 'Death in Abundance' or 'Dance of Death' or more similarly, 'The Waltz of Death'.

I don't even know why this word is the selected word of the day, but I'm feeling really thoughtful now. And when I feel thoughtful, these thoughts should be entertained.