Hello, DeviantArt...

So. It's been a while. A long while. I'm guessing I haven't been on for maybe half a year. 742 deviations, 808 messages. It's like a garden, our inbox. If you don't maintain it, it'll grow wild.

Hello, friends who have not quit yet/ still remember me/us. I've not been writing. Okay, I have. Essays. Curse History/ Language Arts. Mm. Maybe just curse History. I enjoy my Language Arts in moderation, thank you very much.

Life is rushed. People live each day hoping it'll end an hour sooner. Or something. It's been happening to me. I don't like it. But seriously-if you're stranded at school for three quarters of your waking life... you start wishing you didn't have quite so much waking life.

Not that I have it bad. I have it good. I just have a lot of it good. Some people don't have any of it good at all.

Like cyclone-stricken Myanmar. And the people of Sichuan.

However bad we might think we have it, there are always people who have it worse.

That's nothing new. I'm afraid that phrase might have actually gone a little stale. When you hear someone say something like that, do you seriously reflect or do you go, '"Yes I know." *deep sigh*'?

My mood is set to 'Winter Downs'. Can you have the 'Winter Downs' when you've never experienced winter? I live in Singapore, a tropical country. Winter doesn't visit. I've not experienced Winter in other countries, either. Upon hearing the suggestion we visit a country in Winter one day, my parents went, "Are you crazy? It's cold in Winter!" I know. Isn't that the point? To see snow/ how long you can stay outside till you freeze? It's probably not. There's no point in Winter. It just happens. Like so many other things on this planet. What's the point? There doesn't necessarily have to be one.

None of this is actually relevant. Except Myanmar/ Sichuan.

It's been a long half-year. The next half is going to be longer. That's pessimistic thinking. In other words, realistic and logical thinking. That's actually not right. Optimism is different from delusion.

The last post was in October '07. It's now May '08. That's... how long?7 months. I have not updated this journal for 7 whole months.

I act like I know things. I'm just an overworked 14-year-old girl. I know few things. I know nothing.

One thing I do know, though:
It's the 22nd of May.
Novak Djokovic's birthday.
Happy birthday, champ.

May you do well in the French Open but ultimately lose to Rafael Nadal. Rafa is the KOC. King of Clay.

Maybe I'll continue updating my journal.
Goodbye for now.

The End
Alyssa