swamped.

I haven't been blogging written thoughts lately because I've just been swirling around in a daze. Many things have been happening around me while I seem to be stuck in an eternal rut at the blackhole also known as "New Space". New space fast becoming no space. No space for ideas to flow, no space for creativity, no space for personal time and even the mandatory Public Holidays that comes by every once in a while that are supposed to allow one to breathe a little fresh air and get a little sun. I feel swamped with shitloads of work that seem to keep piling on without prior regard to the shitpiles that I already have accumulated next to me. Shites.

Not that I entirely detest what I'm doing, because I do not. I appear to be in a weird frame of mind these days - I find myself thinking how life can be so interesting, the different people we come into contact with everyday, how we learn something new, how many more interests can one pursue and actually excel in, how I like designing elevations and prettypretty things (which is where photography comes in) - which altogether makes for a contemplative and rather subdued jan, looking at circumstances from a detached and almost objective point of view. It scares me a little, because everything seems surreal and blurred. The reality that I live in has yet transformed into another. It's almost as if the shits have begun to smell *gulp* nice.

On a more obstrusive note, that day at lunch, tongster came up to me and said " I don't know why people post their entire lives up for people to see... I just read your blog." And she made a face. I was really quite infuriated at that point in time, as I really took it personally, and I just turned away from her, not wanting to spoil my day just by reacting defensively to a comment, which on hindsight, had a grain of truth in it, and which wasn't meant with any ill intent (much like most of tongster's tactless comments that shoot out without processing through her blain... but then that's exactly what we love about her is it not? :)). But really, what right do people have to pass judgement on others' lives? What right do they have to criticise? We each have our personalities and the freedom to do what we want to, be it airing of dirty laundry in public or not. Nobody's asking you to read, nobody's asking you to comment (okay I take that back... I LUURRRVVVEEE comments on my blog... I literally thrive on their existence!) But yeah, you get what I mean. Ah well, back to my shitpiles.