Back to Bedlam...

Argh..

I've hardly gotten used to being back in Windy Welly, and now I have to pack again.
it leaves you wondering, if you choose the lifestyle of constant shift and travel, does that make you feel:

1: constantly needing to adapt, therefore frequently sensing discomfort, building stress in environment/circumstances that demand ongoing alertness and concentration.
2:developing a self-assurance to be always at peace, regardless of location and ups and downs in environment.
3:developing a skill to adapt quickly, and instead of feeling pressure to be alert, flows along with events that take place, enjoying the 'little stuffs' that comes along in the process.
4:completely pandemonium.
5:nervous breakdown.

Right now, i'm shifting from #3 to #4.
Not. Good.

Today, is definitely running on Island Time.



(White Sheep: Joy running on Island Time, Location: Tonga)
(Black Sheep: Joy running on Island Time, Location: Windy Welly)

It's taken me 2 hours to get out of bed. 1 hour to make my bed, in between which I:
-had one piece of mint chocolate for breakfast which will probably have to count for Breakfast.
-read one chapter of the Da Vinci Code
-looked for Spongebob Squarepants pictures on the internet (resulting in finding nothing, only to realise i typed "Squarebob Spongepants" instead. darn. or should i say. Daaargh.)
-Wrote lesson notes from yesterday (which made me stress stress stress, after which i could officially conclude, all true blissful mood attained from Tonga has gone out the window)
Shower took another hour. bcuz i discovered that it has finally began: I now declare I've arrived at 2nd stage of Sunburn: pee..peee...peeeeellling.
*disgust*
and argh! my hairdryer just died on me! *%$#^%@$!%*
*deep breathe*
and O.K.A.Y. i should turn off teevee from now on. especially when i never watch it. Dr Phil jus showed a guy who decided to get tattoos and plastic surgery to look like a CAT. my *bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep*.
*more disgust*
and apparently later they are gona show a guy who's obsessed about women's huge...
feet.
*yuck spew vomit*

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okay this morning is shhhoooo seriously chaotic. gona get off ass, stop typing. and get some things done:
(before i get distracted in this book of Ravel again...

"All of life's pleasure consists of getting a little closer to perfection, and expressing life's mysterious thrill a little better." --Maurice Ravel )

man. I love Ravy.

so i'm off to express life's thrills...
perfection...here i come..