Kadang Kala
I hate going to bed with ideas in my head. The kind of ideas that you know would be cool or awesome. So you have to drag your sorry ass off the bed and start writing those ideas down so that you won't forget it the next morning. Then you haul your ass back on the bed. Give the god old pillow a punch or two to “fluff” it up and then read the three Qul and the Ayatul Kursi. Just when you are about to enter dreamland, POW! Another idea pops up and it totally torpedoes the first one out of the water. That idea was shit compared to this latest brain storm. So again you move off the bed. Flick on the table lamp and key in the password to your desktop (after 10 minutes the damn thing logs off for security reasons). Tippity tap here and there and you find yourself staring at the TFT monitor and start typing stuffs up. This is followed by some rough sketches of the idea. By now I am mid way between half awake and half asleep. I can’t be bothered to sleep because I know another idea will pop out again sooner or later. Maybe I just wait a little bit more and the thing will come .That way I wouldn’t have to haul my ass down the bed again and again ad nauseum.
So the waiting begins. To pass the time I lit up a ciggie. Heaven in a cylinder. That’s the way I like it. How can something so good be so bad to my health? With nicotine now invading the blood stream I find myself lucid at four in the morning. The sleepiness is now gone replaced by an overwhelming sense of nothingness. No ideas came to me for the hours. I smoked another ciggie and start browsing uselessjunk.com to pass the time. The waiting game is starting to bore me. Now I’m trying hard to get back to sleep. Tough! With the nicotine now in by blood stream this would be impossible. So I’m tossing and turning on my bed at five in the morning. The pillows had been punched to a pulp. Still no sign of the sandman. Then suddenly I felt very sleepy. The eyes begin to feel heavy. Yes! Sleep time is here. Now I can finally sleep and get some well deserved rest. I will start doing my work after this well needed sleep. The ideas are neatly typed on the PC now. Wohoo sleep time. Yes yes. Take me sandman. I want to sleep. Then.
“Hey wouldn’t it be cool if I put….. Bla bla”
NOT NOW. So the process starts again. Haul ass. Type some shit. Ciggie, waiting again... blargh! And that’s how my friend I came up with this sorry excuse of a blog entry!