Man, I swear I've been blogging so much these days, it is very likely that I've typed out more than 5,000 words! Of course, this isn't the only blog that I'm updating.

You know, sometimes I really wonder what in the world is really wrong with me. For two days, apart from a really late night supper I had (Yu Pian Mee Fen), I didn't eat a single meal today. I don't even feel like eating the tidbits that I bought some time ago. Wow.

I really wonder (something that happens very often these days), is there a very direct co-relation of me feeling down to me blogging way too often. Most of the times, I prefer to ignore the buzzes in my head and get on with what I'm doing; which works pretty well.

Well, these days, thats not the case. I can ignore, but it'll just keep coming back to haunt me until I've decided to pen it down somewhere, in some form or another.

I doubt its the latter though; signs of boredom. Well, when I'm bored, I'll just annoy the hell out of people, or just disturb people about it, sometimes infecting them with my boredom. (That, and boredom means I'm bored to tears and theres nothing in my head but blank.)

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And signs of weaknesses, which I display a lot these days, are jumping out like theres free flow of it. Usually I'm a person who doesn't look back to the past, which I do now (unfortunately).

Which brought me down to memory lane as I re-enacted the 1st night of Bintan trip in my mind, where all of us sat down at the bar, watching the night skies.

I lament the fact that theres no way we can do it here. Staring into the night skies with all the stars are simply magical. If I have my way, I'd set a good clean mat onto some parts of a huge span of grassland, lay down on it, set my MP3 to play instrumentals of my favourite songs (E.g Dearly Beloved), and simply just stare at the space.

Imagine, a lush span of greenery all around you (but of course, with enough insect repellent), soothing instrumentals at the background, cloudless night sky, uncountable number of stars panning across the night sky; with a few shooting stars as well, cooling breeze of wind blowing across your face gently.

Perfect.

Well, I'm not the best weaver of imaginations (or probably I'm just not good with expressing it properly). But you get my point. 

Talking about the stars, I remember vividly when I was much, much younger; probably about 6 or 7, when I still used to visit my relatives from my mum's side. I remember always taking a night stroll and lying down at the bench-like structures around the void decks and look at the moon. Of course, the sights of the night skies are nothing compared to the majestic sight in cities or places with much dimmer night lights, but it still manages to hook me with it.

Maybe its got to do with me being a Sagittarius, who are centaurs, and centaurs always have to do with the imagery of watching the stars as guardians and tellers of the future. (Or maybe I just imagined or thought that up.)

Well, maybe if I have more things to write about, I'll just come back here. It never seem to end these days.

Sharing with people who actually visit this hell-hole of mine, "Dearly Beloved".