Theres a mysterious red stain on my retractable keyboard platform. I'm thinking its either blood leaking from my arm because of an over-enthusiastic mosquito or because of the blood-red dragonfruit that my dad gave me just now. Ok, I see no gaping wounds so its probably the fruit. But it does smell a little coppery.

Speaking of coppery, I just have to ask this question. Why does blood taste metallic? Is it because it contains Ferrum? I'm just saying Ferrum instead of Iron to sound cool. But anyhow, theres only ONE per polypeptide meaning four per molecule. Which isn't that much I might think.

Coincidentally, my friend just asked me a chemistry question! About organic chemistry of all things! Which suddenly made me realise that I kind of miss knowing all that chemistry syllabus. Now I probably can't even balance an equation. Come to think of it, I kind of miss physics too. Bio not that much though, I never did memorize much of it. Shit! I actually feel the long forgotten urge to look at the chem summary that Chok made for us and reprise the reaction steps.

Allright! Enough of that. Stupid education system, making us learn things that we will never need to know and that we will not remember totally, but forever remain a floating wisp on the outer reaches of our memories. Never called to use but forever hovering at the edge of our consciousness. Capable and Committed leadership. Effective systems of checks on power. Strong navy. Mmmmm, thats...... Venice isn't it?

Ok, enough. See, I've even forgotten what I initially wanted to talk about today. I guess this is one of the first posts in awhile that I actually talked about something huh. Those photologs and tiny paragraphs seem kind of like fillers, just like the Bounto. Well, guess there isn't much to come up with when something like Bleach is using up so much of my consciousness. Well now. How about that.

Do you ever feel that your brain works kind of like a horribly inefficient computer? I mean, for me, I always have a running commentary going on in my head, which I use to think about things. I call that my RAM. And its even more RAM than RAM.

To me, RAM stands for Random Access Memory, and thats what it does. It randomly pulls up bits and pieces of information stored in my head and then plays it in my mind. I guess that's how I, and people in general (hopefully) come up with 'random' thoughts.

Also, just like RAM, it has a limited space. Say you are running warcraft, msn, wme, ie and then just for kicks microsoft word, exel, powerpoint and frontpage. Your computer, whether you like it or not, is going to lag so badly, your question mark wouldn't disappear forever. Even when these programmes are running n the background, you can probably only see one at the time on your monitor. The rest are regulated to a little rectangle at the bottom of the screen. With a little logo beside it and some white words telling you what it is. I am so going off topic because my analogy is falling apart. Anyway, the point I had hoped to make was that when I spend so much time thinking about Bleach I have liitle time to think of other stuff, and that I am unable to think of two separate things at the same time. the best I can do is to switch back and forth between the two thoughts and keep picking up where I left off.

Just to make another dumb analogy, the running commentary in my head is sort like that little paperclup guy. Always there, always giving his goddamned opinions and always in the way. Really. I just had that happen. I was just thinking that I should start thinking about how I was thinking that I was just thinking about an example of the little guy talking to me, and it just wrote itself. But hey, I'm grateful for that little guy. It does get mighty lonely way the hell up here in the brains department. Little bloodflow too. Seems like its all being diverted somewhere else. (wink wink). Plus he's a clever little bugger. Always jumping to the conclusion ahead of me in some weird intuitive leap leaving me behind to try to connecto the two points together. Great for thinking up lame stuff. Not so great for getting L5 on your social studies paper. Which was 3 years ago. Hmm. That's it, I am so done with the prose. On to the corny poetry instead!

in the Eye of the Storm

All this march madness,
caught in the eye of the storm.
Behind inky blackness,
in front to follow the norm.

Within an oasis of respite,
reluctant to blunder on.
Its the blind leading the blind,
trying to push through the storm.

How nice just to sit and wait,
just to sing a song.
Nothing to worry about,
except shee ba la tong.

But try lifting your head,
and look beyond the porn.
You're still being surrounded,
you'll never exit the storm.

Nothing stays forever,
even in the eye of the storm.
Pressure to push on forward,
to find out where you belong.

OK that's it. My brain has shriveled up and died. Till next time folks!