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High on the House

Posted 2001-12-12 (水) 午前2:02 by terra

12 Dec 2001, 2:02 AM — 2:54 AM. Written while chatting on ICQ

Late nights are the best time to get inspired. Somewhere around 2AM—4AM, you’re online, surfing aimlessly, chatting with your late night buddies who range from the deranged and sexually deprived, to those who are simply bored. It is at this point that your mental condition hovers between the fine lines of consciousness and sleep, where words pour out from your shrinking brain mass that is unable to cope with massive overdose of information that is normally stored within. You don’t need sugar, caffeine, or drugs at this point to get on a mental high. All you need is to close your eyes and imagine the muscles of your body succumbing to the arms of Morpheus — but just barely. It is at this point that you force yourself to keep awake: two paths are available to you to choose from: one, the comforts of dreamscape; two, the harsh, dreary environment of real-life. You choose the latter. When you make that choice, for some peculiar reason, everything around you becomes surreal.

Subjects: General

Mood: Discoveries & Relevations, Philosophical Musings

Exhaustion

Posted 2001-12-07 (金) 午前12:00 by terra

You know that you are exhausted when you sit down and you find that you can’t feel your feet anymore. A numbing sensation overwhelms your entire physical state. Your mind empties itself and your eyes stare unfocusedly into empty space.

I have come to realise how school vacations can have such a toll on your body. School is often mentally challenging but rarely physically tiring. Partying with your friends during the term break, on the other hand, requires an infinite stamina that encompasses both the mental and physical. Why do I say this? Well, for one thing, when you participate in all the dancing and swaying on the disco floors of night parties — drinking in the sights and sounds of bright disco lights and cheesy retro music, inhaling the intoxicating blend of cigarette smoke and alcohol — your physical body begins to exhaust itself and your mental state begins to break down. You really don’t think about what you are doing anymore; movements become repetitive; your soul evaporates, replaced by a mechanical substitute. Sleep at this juncture is pertinent to recovery. However, the addiction to the trance-inducing atmosphere persuades Inertia to linger a little longer.

Subjects: School 学校

Mood: Discoveries & Relevations, Philosophical Musings