y’know.
I usually start out growling at the exams.
Because I want to rip them apart (read: conquer them) and coz they aren’t my favourite things in the world.
Which also means I’m not usually in the best mood when exams roll around.
ritter sport rum and raisin helps.
so does coffee.
and so does liang cha.
but not today.
For some reason it felt like I hit the bottomless pit of Rock Bottom (yes it was that bad!) and I just couldn’t pick myself up.
and nothing was making me happy.
I was just somehow reduced to a patheticballofwhipped.
So in the midst of trying to understand constitutional theories, I stood up, ignored the rumbling sky, and went running.
For some reason, the irrational stress went away. and it always makes me feel better and gets me more focused when I see this house in my estate, right at the corner of this street.
see, I think it’s the perfect location for a house. the current house is old, but I always see possibilities.
and then I remember I want a house in an area like that.
Private.
a well hidden, enchanted secret.
and then.
the snapping and snarling at exams returned.
(with endorphins)
bring it.
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