Chain rule.

She said you differentiate the outside, and then the inside and just keep doing that.

It's like doing the same thing over and over and over again. Only that the power gets more complicated each time and the trigonometric functions just keep expanding and changing and it just becomes a big mess. So, you just keep doing the same thing, anyway, over and over and over again. It'll just pile up.

Like homework - when time isn't well managed.

Time bomb.

She said don't tell me that 'cause that isn't an excuse.

It's ticking - the little knobs are counting down to the last second in my head. As I figure out the oxidation number or the value of dy over dx, it's ticking ticking ticking. Tick, tick, tick - it goes, over and over and over again. And finally, when the annoying ticking stops [followed by the explosive silence], nothing makes sense anymore.

45 minute focus.

Dreaming over.

Someday, I guess. Soon enough.

When you're dreaming, everything's just so wonderful. Especially when it's those dreams that are just so beautiful and feel so damn real. It just leaves you with this feeling of fuzzy warmth and completeness you've never felt before. But, anyway, it'll all come down to this feeling after you wake up. That sick feel of emptiness.

Dream come true, it was.

Maybe it's the rum truffles.

He said okay, she said yes.

Feels like too much oxygen went to my head. I'm light-headed. High, euphoria-driven. This warm fuzzy feeling of amazement and joy just radiates within me. I like this feeling, I like this. I like knowing that I'm not dreaming and wishing for just nothing.

Finally.

Close your eyes and make a little wish.

They exclaimed make a wish! Make a wish!

You know how we make birthday wishes? Close our eyes real tight, think of the one thing you want most in the world and wish for it just before we blow out the candle. Has your birthday wish ever came through? I normally forget what I wish for. Only last year did I remember. Well.

I want another birthday candle to extinguish.

Maybe one more?

I used to think ahh, one more sip wouldn't kill.

I was always addicted to the caffeine-loaded amazingly sweet and gassy heavenly drink - Coca-Cola. A bottle or a can a day. Maybe two cups or even three. I'd never heed the advice to stop drinking it. Now, my teeth are quite badly eroded and my health's been bad. Phlegm and a horrible flu. Probably from all the junk food and, of course, Coke.

I'm off Coke. I hope it lasts - the ban.

Flood me.

He said no hurry, no hurry.

14 more weeks, 7 days a week. 98 more days, 60 hours a day - 8,445,240 more seconds. Pretending that I have a 100 years to live, i'll have approximately 30, 961 more days to live. 24 hours a day, 60 minutes an hour. 44,583,840 more minutes. 60 seconds a minutes, so that's 2,675,030,400 more seconds. Left to spend with you.

The thought's pretty scary.

Hello, again.

They sing flying without wings.

Will you forgive me? I don't really know what for. Maybe for neglecting you sometimes, when I don't come to visit, when I don't come to blog. When I don't tell you what has happened on some days, or maybe when I use livejournal instead of you. I hope you'll forgive me, Blogger. For breaking the trust you have in me, perhaps.

Give me wings, I'd prefer that. That way, I'll fly whenever, wherever.

Blogger, will you stay awhile?

I left a seat by me, you know.

Hey, Blogger, let me stick around a bit will you? Let me tell you about the things that happen to me each day. Let me share with you all the things that made me smile, laugh and what not. I hope you'll understand me but if you don't, you'll still listen, won't you, Blogger? I'll try to keep it simple, anyway - here goes then...

Please stay, at least till i'm done.