How buggered is buggered?

Making my way down to S's place to embark on the tedious journey to the market, i braced myself and tightened my over-sized bagpack as i grimaced under the thought of carrying a freakish loads of food and groceries. Really dont want to, but my delicate gastric pains might kick in to give me that extra oomp to get food. Along the road i realized that there were many many things i had not noticed since i was a wee kid. I remember fondly an incident where i picked up a lizard and well, scared the living hell out of him, where his tail literally jumped off. those were the days. When i hadnt known that there was a road that led close to S's house, i always walked in the middle of the highway. And yes, it is illegal, just as i am at this very moment, due to the lack of visa and proper documentation. Walking in the middle of the highway might be in your sense, Thrilling with a capital T, but its really something i would rather not experience again out of my sheer stupidity. Imagine, a ton- truck honking at you, travelling at 45km/h beside you, that would be one hell of an experience wouldnt it?

walking down the street, that short 5-10 minutes i wondered what the hell was i doing up when i should be fast asleep like the pig i was. It was yet another 24-with-no-sleep nights. i have 2 assignments due in less then a week and...why the hell am i doing this blog? anyway, back to the road. Yes, the long and winding road~ it was definitely one of those roads you might expect to see a mugger and whip out your best impersonation of Bruce Lee but yes, it was an interesting journey of utter disgust.
Firstly, in order to clear the fogginess of a sleepless seattle night in my head, i took one deep breath. and with that deep breath, my uncle toby bar that i had just woofed down, nearly made its way up. i could almost taste the bitter balm in my mouth. Gross.

The smell of rotting fish, pungent and yet faint was floating in the air, mingling with burning tires and spilt petrol. Really, it wasnt my day. My legs, probably froze over when i closed my eyes for 2 seconds that stretch for 1 and the half hours resulted in a painfully stiff walk. Numb beyond feeling, except for trying to hold my breath, i really didnt think anything could go wrong. then again, bloody murphy who would have been shot dead in cold blood if only he wasnt already dead, was once again victorious.
looking in the darkened reflection of the glass panel and gawking at the inverted words of the building opposite, the slimming effect of the glass reflection was really working well. i probably looked 2 inches taller and 4 inches off my waist. WOAh...and then, i stepped conveniently into a puddle of black, disgusting water. did i say black? and it wasnt water, it was mud. To hell with murphy.

As i continued on, desperately running my shoe across the grass, i looked into this wall that offered a peek-show like view of what looked like a carpark. it had square holes, 16 in a panel, 4 panels in a wall. Wonder what kind of sicko would build such a weird looking carpark, or was it a carpark? maybe a storage center? what did i care anyway. At this point in time, i would do anything for clean clothes and fresh socks. Things really look different when you havent slept in awhile. Almost dream-like, surrealness.

Waiting for the green man, i watched as the abandoned golden crisps leaves swept along the ground as if on cue with the tireless, tide-like wind. Just like the ground, the soil, eroded and dispersed by the howling winds of dawn, carved patterns of abstract pictureques in the earth. It was almost amusing to watch as the sand swirled around in circles, if only the wind would stop getting the sand in my eyes. Really. These crinkled, dried lonesome leaves, lying in the gutter, under car tires, on the pavement, all had one thing in common. Loneliness. Even though they were clustered together in the damp dew of the morning, they were alienated and alone just like they were when they were stuck on separate branches. Now, withered and pathetic, no body gave a second look. I took one of those leaves and stuck it intoo the back of my pocket before crossing the road, illegally. One had to take risks, even if it meant a small one to make yourself feel brave and strong again. Really, i'm telling you, there would be a big problem if you dont sleep.