Chaotic Mess of Gray(Grey?) Matter

10. Play games: Your head will feel like being hit by a truck while you wrestle with the controls.

9. Talk on the phone: Do you know you actually talk nonense when you’re very very sleepy? It’s amazing what spurts out of your mouth when your brain is semi-conscious
8. Do research: Please……. oh no…. the horror……

7. Remembering to do research tomorrow: GAHHHHH!!!

6. Suddenly remembering you have assignments to hand up tomorrow: You won’t get sleep, you’ll feel worried the entire night AND you’re to tired to do it anyway.

5. Watch T.V.: You won’t survive the first 10 minutes.

4: Eat: Your eyes will suddenly perk up and you won’t be able to sleep. Your sleepiness will kick in with double strength after that. Be warned.

3. Drive: You might…. urmmm… nevermind.

2. Go out: Riiiight…. see number 4 or number 3, depending on the severity of the sleepiness.

And the #1 is…..

1. Write blogs: You’ll write something like this. Terrible and entirely nonsense.

I don’t know how to start this entry. Initially I wanted to do “10 things NOT to do to your computer”, hence my mood while waking up was a chirpy and happy one. Then I went down to breakfast, with the list of things I wanted to blog about it, had my toast and my mom told me something:

My friend’s brother died earlier this morning.

Uh-huh.

That certainly put a damper in things today. But the one that’s been nagging me is:

“I have a friend this close to me in my neighborhood?”

I’ve been so out of my TTDI community that this news sorta came as a shock to me. And I feel mucho bad about not remembering if anyone else is living closeby. My mom told me that the deceased mom knew me, but also gave vague details (obviously I kept my friends portfolio rather inaccessible when I was a teenager). Still, nothing came to mind.

I hope the preparation would be complete by Friday Solat so he can get a proper send off via prayers by a big crowd (Allah bless his soul now). Seriously, this is all bothering me to bits. If anyone wants to flame me by being disrespectful of at least not remembering, please do so. But memory as it is, is a very fickle thing. Perhaps when I see his mom’s face I’ll remember. Perhaps. But until then, my head’s clogged up with my own personal dungeon and trash that I wish to fully eradicate come this weekend, hopefully.

Al-Fatihah.

May you rest in peace brother.

p/s: I finally knew who’s brother he is. If you’re reading this I hope you’re strong in days to come. And sorry.