What are the prospectives of an emotionally wretched soul? Resort to deep fried crispy rice.
I, sometimes finds it really odd that such emotions could burst out within me. I tried not to bottle it, cases could be like a flying Moet. No, nobody wants that. Conclusion being made is that my womenly cycle seems to set of in a tornado like manner these past few months. Not consistent, swirls around as much as it likes and then vanish without a trace and my finals are practially in a blink of an eye.
Who does papers on Sundays? Sheesh.
I just wish to throw myself as if i am a confetti-like-being to my parents casa in the tiny fisherman village surrounded by acres of paddy fields and fly a kite, just like in those heavily dramatize dramas. But, the twist is i'd be wearing my Sunday* best with my mom and sister holding my hand while we mumble about how annoying the boys could turn out to be and in this case, dad and faisal.
Can't believe i am graduating soon and funny thing is, what seems to slowly creep and eat my mind like those worm like creatures are the applications for my graduate studies. Stress my friend, comes running like a marathon and meanwhile i am standing at the finish line trying to diverge it.
Let's resort to those crispy rice again.
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