Absurd Realities of the Dirt Headed Monster
I'm nt going to whine.. i will not do that...
either ways ruined someone's surprise.. i din mean to.. bt really wt the hell.. i cudn care less, i din mean to.. so if offense is taken.. to the wall u will speak...
Apart from than that, i feel like i have one foot in the air, while the other stays on the board from which if i leapt, it would be a fall hard enough to nt only knock the breath out of me bt the life too... teetering on the edge of things, trying not to succumb to the extreme irritation that i feel inside..constantly nagging at me and pestering me, fighting the urge to scream at the nearest person to annoy me in the slightest way...
I did that today, sorry Fikri.. he was presenting and he was clicking his pen at the same time, prb because he was nervous or like me edgy.. i put my hand up, whilst he was still on his presentation mode standing there under the air cond blowing at him and his messed up hair (that i can't seem to shut up abt either) , and told him to stop clicking his pen it annoyed me, always been a lil pet peeve of mine.. whilst i would have other wise waited for him to eventually stop it.. today the noise seemed to echo in my hollow sleep deprived head.. (((((((((()))))))))))))))))
Bt apart frm that.. it's been the usual ball talk.. swift forth swift out... working on a story board.. it's exciting to use my non-existent drawing skills to produce a short film of sort.. un chien andalou.. i feel absurd.. i wanna reproduce the absurd.. the question now~
art imitates life or life imitates art?
either ways ruined someone's surprise.. i din mean to.. bt really wt the hell.. i cudn care less, i din mean to.. so if offense is taken.. to the wall u will speak...
Apart from than that, i feel like i have one foot in the air, while the other stays on the board from which if i leapt, it would be a fall hard enough to nt only knock the breath out of me bt the life too... teetering on the edge of things, trying not to succumb to the extreme irritation that i feel inside..constantly nagging at me and pestering me, fighting the urge to scream at the nearest person to annoy me in the slightest way...
I did that today, sorry Fikri.. he was presenting and he was clicking his pen at the same time, prb because he was nervous or like me edgy.. i put my hand up, whilst he was still on his presentation mode standing there under the air cond blowing at him and his messed up hair (that i can't seem to shut up abt either) , and told him to stop clicking his pen it annoyed me, always been a lil pet peeve of mine.. whilst i would have other wise waited for him to eventually stop it.. today the noise seemed to echo in my hollow sleep deprived head.. (((((((((()))))))))))))))))
Bt apart frm that.. it's been the usual ball talk.. swift forth swift out... working on a story board.. it's exciting to use my non-existent drawing skills to produce a short film of sort.. un chien andalou.. i feel absurd.. i wanna reproduce the absurd.. the question now~
art imitates life or life imitates art?
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