My fret about writing
I hate writing!
I seriously do hate writing because of the grammars, the verbs, the nouns, the plurals, the semicolons, the commas and all the shit that improves my writing. As if I don’t have any problems to deal with right now.
If there were a writing marathon, I would seriously come dead last or second last place after a 4 year old who can spell words that I can’t when I was his age. I’m serious about this because every time I write, I can feel my eyes getting drowsy. I need some shuteyes. But I already did get a 5-6 hours rest yesterday.
Be right back. I need to go to the surau.
Time is 3: 48 as I leave now…
Time is 4:15 and I’m back…
Just had a Crunch ice cream bar and feeling the sugar rushing in my b-streams. Ahh much better. Now lets get back to the main topic shall we? I HATE WRITING!
Remember the sayings “ Too much is not good”? Well I SERIOUSLY believe that up till now. I need to get a break or maybe some meditation or maybe a little yoga. Geez, I don’t know but I sure as hell need a break. And I’m not saying this because I’m feeling burnt out but because I haven’t got me a decent sleep for the past few days. DAMN you PS2 and ASTRO!!
Nevertheless, I’m also quite nervous because of the audition this Sunday. I’m currently feeling the-butterfly-and-puking-stomachy-rolling-sicky-feeling.
Fuck this. I’m beginning to think that nothing seems to be going my way.
I’m not making any sense. I’m not feeling too well. I think the sugar rush is going to crash.
For the first time, I’m not censoring myself from saying the f-word or whatever that is uncomfy to the human eyes.
I need a paper. I need a pen. I have ideas. I want to write them down. I want to visualize them. I want it to be beautifully craft. I want it to be produced. I want to be proud of it. I want people to know I made that. I’m made for this business. I love advertising. I love creative ideas. I want awards. I want to fly higher. I want to achieve my goals and dreams. I’m scared that it’s becoming a reality. I need a car. I need a motobike. I want to lose my spare tire. I want to lie down. I want to shut out everything. I want to lay in slumber.
But what I want the most is to go to a mountain or a rural countryside that has a waterfall and a couple of monks in seclusion, within the forest, so I can lie at ease and meditate and look back at myself.
That’s what I really want.
Then I can write quietly without falling asleep. But with fire and passion rejuvenated.
I seriously do hate writing because of the grammars, the verbs, the nouns, the plurals, the semicolons, the commas and all the shit that improves my writing. As if I don’t have any problems to deal with right now.
If there were a writing marathon, I would seriously come dead last or second last place after a 4 year old who can spell words that I can’t when I was his age. I’m serious about this because every time I write, I can feel my eyes getting drowsy. I need some shuteyes. But I already did get a 5-6 hours rest yesterday.
Be right back. I need to go to the surau.
Time is 3: 48 as I leave now…
Time is 4:15 and I’m back…
Just had a Crunch ice cream bar and feeling the sugar rushing in my b-streams. Ahh much better. Now lets get back to the main topic shall we? I HATE WRITING!
Remember the sayings “ Too much is not good”? Well I SERIOUSLY believe that up till now. I need to get a break or maybe some meditation or maybe a little yoga. Geez, I don’t know but I sure as hell need a break. And I’m not saying this because I’m feeling burnt out but because I haven’t got me a decent sleep for the past few days. DAMN you PS2 and ASTRO!!
Nevertheless, I’m also quite nervous because of the audition this Sunday. I’m currently feeling the-butterfly-and-puking-stomachy-rolling-sicky-feeling.
Fuck this. I’m beginning to think that nothing seems to be going my way.
I’m not making any sense. I’m not feeling too well. I think the sugar rush is going to crash.
For the first time, I’m not censoring myself from saying the f-word or whatever that is uncomfy to the human eyes.
I need a paper. I need a pen. I have ideas. I want to write them down. I want to visualize them. I want it to be beautifully craft. I want it to be produced. I want to be proud of it. I want people to know I made that. I’m made for this business. I love advertising. I love creative ideas. I want awards. I want to fly higher. I want to achieve my goals and dreams. I’m scared that it’s becoming a reality. I need a car. I need a motobike. I want to lose my spare tire. I want to lie down. I want to shut out everything. I want to lay in slumber.
But what I want the most is to go to a mountain or a rural countryside that has a waterfall and a couple of monks in seclusion, within the forest, so I can lie at ease and meditate and look back at myself.
That’s what I really want.
Then I can write quietly without falling asleep. But with fire and passion rejuvenated.
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