- Wake up and smell the Venus Flytraps. And get hay fever. -

There are some days when your alarm clock fails to go off and you enjoy deep, peaceful slumber. You know you can always count on the good days to make up for those days.

These are the days when you feel like you can hear the sounds of a million alarm clocks chime, no, shriek in unison, like when a fire alarm goes off in a dark, quiet library - and in your ear, no less, like thousand shrill, wailing babies in your head, like pigs on the chopping board at an abbatoir, the kind that would have made Jason and his Argonauts beg for mercy and ask for the Sirens, the kind of shrill, glass-shattering, supersonic scream which would make a banshee ashamed of its existence, as if all the above had conspired to lay dormant for years to ultimately climax in one long, seemingly interminable, ear-piercing, blood-curdling cry, one that doesn't reach to your ears but instead extends its gnarly tentacles deep into your soul and shakes you up good and proper.

Today was a wake-up call. A day which jolted me to my senses, that shattered my hitherto blissful fool's paradise.
It's funny how you can work so hard for something and just not get it, and then someone else comes along and he just gets it so effortlessly, making it all look so easy. Funny how everything you've struggled so hard for can come to nought in just one day, and you find yourself smack back at square one. Funny how excited/distracted you can get when something else comes along and breaks your stride, to put it in one way. Funny how this excitablility and eager anticipation could lead to unhappiness.
Most of all funny how this wake-up call came so late. Shoulda seen it coming, admittedly.

RnD. RnD. Zen baby Zen.