70/50

I'm running on a daze. And I don't mean that I'm actually running, I mean it in the way that my body is functioning on the aforementioned daze. That is why, I'm apologizing beforehand for any mistake that will appear in this post.

So I'm sure y'll heard, I was in Bali on the 11th of April for a 4-days trip with my family. The first two days were great. The last two not so much. On 13th April, I puked. On 14th April, I had diarrhea. Severe diarrhea. Between the 14th and the 15th, I think I have approximately went to the toilet for about 70 times, and I'm not even exaggerating. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is, I'm not 100% and I'm running as if I'm on some drowsy medication. Though I am not, maybe it was the injection I got on the 15th.

I'm better now, but I'm just tired all the time. Take this morning for example, after watching football at 2:30am,  I immediately went to bed and passed out. Until 12 in the afternoon then I went for lunch in Bangsar. All's good. But after lunch, I got so tired I just slept the whole way back from Bangsar to Subang to One Utama. I don't even know how I am going to survive a 9-5 class. Lord save me.

Anyways, the title of this post is 70/50. How did I got that up? I don't really know, and I'm sure it doesn't make sense. But I guess is that we live in a 50/50 world, where the sane and the insane share an equal 50%, like the yin-yang thing. And I feel that I'm having more of the insane than the sane as of now but that doesn't mean I'm losing my sanity, at least not yet, it's just that I feel more insane. If that makes any sense. (At this point, I feel like this post is destined for self destruction and that I should just scrap it but that's all right, because I'm watching a Ben Brown's vlog and in it, his mate, Matt mentioned a quote and I'm taking it by heart)

"I'm so grateful for all the good advice that I didn't listen to because if I had, I might have missed out on my most valuable mistake."

I just feel that everything that I experience in this state, is so weird, so unusual. All the sights, all the sounds, everything that I experience, no matter how petty or big, or how repetitive or new, it's just so unusual. It' as if, everything is new to me. I don't know how to put it to words and at this rate, I'm just babbling. Oh wells, there are some things no one can share it until they themselves experience this first hand.

"It's a Sunday, April 19th and I miss you." - flatsound
I don't know about you but I love April, maybe it being my birth month has something to do with it but April is just such an "innocent" month, it feels like the middle of a transition, when the sakura flowers bloom, where off with the old and in with the new.

"Það er Sunnudagur 19 apríl og ég sakna þín."