It's been an entire night and that one sentence preceding this was hanging.. you could say it had a hangover (: But more than petty puns, life is starting to find its Gaussian blurs when things get too messy. The good and the not-so-good intertwine to form a ball of inseparable elements, the fusion of many to form one. There used to be a clear distinction between work and play, but nowadays they come as a package, maybe even compromised. I hardly even know when I lose my conscience and enter entertainment mode but work is piling and time is running, the same rate and speed it always rushed at.

And I blame scouts, for once. This passion and overdrive for scouting waxes and wanes for some but I always optimize it for myself. And sometimes, this kills me.. The proposals we write may seem like a mundane job, completed in a quarter of an hour, but it certainly does not pale in comparison to extensive physical training when you try to execute it amongst a bunch of monkey-like younglings. Your blood boils but you can only turn off the excess heat and feel the pain. Your lips contort with rage but you grit your teeth and hold back those profanities. You know you want them down but you need to keep their spirits up.

But the biggest dilemma comes amidst the irony: since when did man's biggest joy give him pains as well. And this makes me think of love again.. the simple governmental law that rules our hearts with no intention to. I guess too much of a good thing can transcend into dislike. I need a break and this is it. Come this post's closure, my worries return to my safeguard, and it begins with my irresponsible group mates for Social Documentary.

Why do I even bother...

when I'm fallin...

cause when my life breaks, no it won't breakeven.