time to adjust the sails to the winds of change...

i kinda realised that im being sucha emo chick based on a number of my previous post...
*sigh*
what has happened to me Oh My Kadavule???

where has the psycho-happy-go-lucky-dont-care-kiddi gone missing?
(okay, that was exaggerated...but yeah, i'm pretty much a happy child when i'm surrounded by the people i love and those who love me too)

i think i need a re-vamp up sesh soon...
and its about time i buck up for many, many reasons...

but my prob is that i have so many 'brilliant' ideas...but they all remain stuffed in my head and bug me at the most inopportune time... aka when i'm cracking my head for my assignments...
bleeaagghhh....

i think i shall be back pretty soon anyways...


toodlez...
~shakti~

procrastination at my best

haisz... =_=
i'm such a nutcase...

yes, i have assignments
no, i'm not in the mood to do them...
and yes, they're due tomorrow (technically today) =_=
kill me nowwww...!!!
i can even stand group assignments...
but individual ones drive me insane...especially those which are super structured...and required goodness knows what references and citations...
cant i just do something which is based on my opinions instead?
i'd prefer to "goreng" the assignments that way...
sadly this is not gonna work...
worse still, one of it must be submitted as a group even though its done individually...
blehhhh...
i hate you assignments!!!!

adioz
~shakti~

From the words of Rumi...

“All day I think about it, then at night I say it.

Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?

I have no idea.

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,

And I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.

When I get back around to that place,

I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,

I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.

The day is coming when I fly off,

But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?

Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?

I cannot stop asking.

If I could taste one sip of an answer,

I could break out of this prison for drunks.

I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

I don't plan it.

When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.

That's fine with us. Every morning

We glow and in the evening we glow again.”

― Rumi