Week 8 - I Ate The Weak

Another one of those fast weeks! Feeling tired when I wake like I lack sleep. Inspired by the plays of my last beat. Hoping I don't place last in this fast street - this fast lane - like Max Payne. Well I wrote a few reviews (16 if you're wondering), one a bit different, posted some Strange music, posted something yesterday when I was stuck on a line aaaaand that's about it.

I've been busy with studies and stuff. Added new rating images to the site (previously there was no imagery for such things, just text - woot woot). But that's as far as progress goes as far as the eternal CDB renovation is concerned!

I had a blasting headache on Monday, and since then I've just felt overall tired and weak, but I feed on that weakness and come out strong!! I'd like to say. Guess it's that transition period between winter and spring, when the air's dusty, the sun's waking up but not really warm, the air's damp and cold and yet your jacket's too sweaty, and the windows ajar at night but not too much cause you're still used to cold nights so the room's stuffy when you get up. It's that phase of passing before you start waking up and springing forth to meet the sunshine!

Or maybe it's just a whole lotta tension on my part. Grandma's funeral is nearing; we'll all be flying up to attend at the end of the month. I'm looking around for a dark overcoat, probably going to buy some new shoes later today, and I can barely remember how to tie a tie. I'll be one of the pallbearers too, an honorable task but something I'm a bit nervous about. I mean what if I trip or slip and fall flat on my face; bring the rest of the crew with me? What if my nose refuses to stop running while we all waltz out with our bright white gloves; pressed suit and casket raised high? I don't even want to think about the worst case scenario...

But anyway, that's nearing; though I'm not really looking forward to flying up, or sleeping on the couch or floor in the living room in Grandma's for-the-occasion crowded (but still probably very empty) house, or sitting in church and mingling with strangers and relatives alike... I am looking forward to saying farewell, on getting closure. And though I say this now it will probably be fun to meet up with everyone again; see how everyone's doing. Funerals are just not the funnest occasion for it... funerals are just not fun occasions. RIP Grandma...

Here's last week.