In my dreams I'm there

So obviously, I've been indulging in everything tv for the pass weeks of the self-acclaimed "vacay". Not very proud of myself, but ironically I really think I've learn something in the midst of all the video marathon streak.

I'm one son of a lazy bitch.

Nah, I just said that to satisfy all you twisted negative shit heads. HAHA. But seriously, you know I've been always struggling while searching what exactly my interest in life is. And yes, at this point, I'm so fucking inspired and Arts is what I choose (as in what Imma be studying).

Yes, it's a choice. You always get to choose. It's complete bullshit when people say to themselves " I don't have a choice" where either one is overwhelmed with fear to choose or just simply fear to lose. Most of the time we are too mortified to admit that, and so there goes " I don't have a choice" The thing with choices are, the responsibility taken after making one. I believe when one makes a bad choice, it is mostly directed to the poor responsiblity executed after you make the choice. In this case, majoring in arts. Which of course I have no idea if it's a good or bad choice until I get on with life, because choices are neutral when you make them. It only chooses sides after the choice is made.

You know, I have no shit of an idea what I was typing. The initial thought on my mind was just to update. Sentences followed after string of words and verbal diarrhea released itself after.

Maybe it's the urge to express, maybe it's the way of how it triggers inspiration, maybe the reason why i'm bloody glued to movies, shows why I'm sucha big sucker for arts.

Leaving for melaka in a few hours, psyched! But it's back to reality in a week's time, have a feeling that final year project is gonna be grueling. Which means, bloggie be going thru another hiatus stagey.

Well, now you know the abstractness purpose of this post.

Read, re-read and read again.

Till then.