Can't sleep/really want this/please please please !!!

In my brother's room to escape the aircon servicing but woah, so smart because of course they have to do his aircon at the same time and I am really.... TRAPPED. i hate it, i have self diagnosed claustrophobia. And I abhor


1. Men shuffling around
2. Being airconless in this stifling heat, really
3. Perennial loud vacuuming
4. Being Foodless
5. And... Phoneless


Aiyaaaa , whiney beech

Actually it would be something to do with writing. Or this. Or that. There is a list.

Lucky, because writing doesn't have to be a job. There are alot of things that you can enjoy doing outside of your career. I have passion in quite a fair amount of things; basically I am either extremely enthusiastic or have zero interest in something. I tend to have obsessions with whatever intrigues me... a heat-of-the-moment type of person, but the depth with which I want to understand something is really ernest. So I always wanted that energy to translate into something. But at some point of time, reality surfaces to ground you. Or does it not? Or maybe, it's not a "now or never" and one day everything will fall into place.


“You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'” ; George Bernard Shaw.

Bonne weekend.

Delete.

So my bed routine keeps getting increasingly extensive and it's actually somewhat mentally exhausting ( wanted to say challenging but hmmmmm ) because I'm constantly at war with myself! If anyone even knows what that means.. my mind influences my body to do something it is reluctant to perform. By that I meant stretching/light exercises/prrrr*yyy and it actually helps me to sleep really well and conjure sweeter dreams. But when I tried to venture into meditation ummm I really didn't know what I was doing. Just spacing out and snapping out of it when I felt confused. Fail.

Randomly felt a *gush of warmth* over something really insignificant... what a girly moment! SIck.

Also, blogging frequency has hit a deadly low ( maybe less than once a month ) but when I decided to click on my stats I got a shock at the hit count for last month! Seriously who even goes to this website anymore to stare at a canvas of dreary dramaholic words. Even I don't. Also because when I read what I wrote I feel... unfamiliarity.

Conclude that in this post I sound very very very strange.

Should delete.