Haven't been doing presentation for a while, got so darn nervous this morning.
I was literally shivering.
"stressed as hell" is an understatement to the situation I am in right now.
Didn't expect the hard time that I got myself into.
So I took a little rest today. Stayed at home and did nothing for a whole day.
Felt so good to be idle. Wonderful. I mean, WONDERFUL.
I guess when you get used to live without it,
you can live without it.
Maybe that's why I feel so light, light as a strand of smoke.
Love Mondo. Mondo is my muse.
Love Bruno Mars. He is my hi-and-hey.
Love HURTS. They are my poetic gaze.
I embrace every side of me. Different sides remind me how humane I am.
Liveliness, heartbeat, breath.
Sentimental, artistic, creative.
Tears, laugh, foul words.
Romanticism. Modernism. Post-modernism.
I would like to read William Haslett's short stories.
I would like to read Chuck Palahniuk's essays.
I would like to read Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights.
I would like to read Michel Foucault's Discipline and Punish.
We are the middle child of history.
What are the best minds of my generation?