Oxen.

i had the strangest dream ever.

but i dont remember anything about it, maybe thats why it's strange. because i felt like i've been on the most topsy turvy roller coaster in the whole world a million times.

so anyway, how are you my axes? sorry if i havent been blogging a lot as of late. i've been out writing in my notebook diary, because i really can't wait to complete it.

and not only that, i'm also ultra preoccupied with none other than Brave Story.

its due date is on wednesday, and then after that i've still gotta speed read 2 more books which is due the day after. unfortunately i seem to be taking my time with Brave Story on purpose because i really can't bear to finish reading about Wataru's adventures.

i'm metaphorically blind. really, all i see is The Boy returning. too blinded to notice that i'm drowning in too deep, and i dont see the hands reaching out to me.

when i do feel these hands, though, all i do is push them away. eventually, when i keep struggling, i'll realise that i do need the help to be pulled back to the surface.

*silence* actually, to summarize this shit, i'm being stubborn.

of course, nobody apart from my grandma can pierce through this stubbornness of mine. as The Boy used to call me back in 2010, a Stubborn Ox.

the plural for ox is oxen. cool, i like that.