Exhausted, hungry, and frustrated that I haven't finished my proposal. Feel stupid for rearranging the furnitures in my room (mostly by myself) when I have finals to think about. Books books books..so many books. My room is an arsonist's favourite space. Why do I need to get into this funk? Whenever exam's around the corner, I'll start rearranging or reorganising things. I'm only half-done now. I moved the big bookcase to the other side of the room and some of the books are still on the floor. My sisters are soooo gonna be pissed at me tomorrow morning cos erm the books on the floor are theirs.
Anyway, I've been sitting at my table, exhausted, hungry and frustrated, and then I thought of him who in my dream caused flowers to bloom (NOT in that way, please eh. Actual flowers that literally bloomed and blossomed). Immediately I heard my then 5 year-old sister's voice in my head. Mom had told my sister to eat her lunch quickly and she responded with: "Don't rush me, man!" (she said Mr.Squarepants taught her that). So that voice got me thinking, what's the rush ey? Why do I always think in ultimatums? Why does it have to be now or never? All or nothing? Me or them?..I guess rushing is for fools, right Mr.Presley? If this is meant to be ("this" meaning you and me) send me a hello in an envelope sealed with a heartbeat, yeah?
I better refuel and start on this proposal project thing.. Initially I named it Youth Inc., but my friend informed me that that's taken. So for now, I call it Project LoveHumanity. Will talk about it more when things have been finalised.
Till then, do not blog when you have nothing to blog about. You'll end up publishing a post like this.
Love,
Manic low on sugar/caffeine.
Hey Love, I want you to know that my heart is in a jar no more. So come visit anytime you want.
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