Procrastination sets in. It's almost two and i'm here, busy typing out my South East Asia History Essay. I don't expect to get an A neither do i intend to screw up my 1200 word essay cause i wouldn't want to risk the sight of my ego being smashed onto the wall and breaking up into a thousand pieces.History is my kind of subject and if were to screw it up, it would be a mentally traumatic moment for me. Frankly speaking, i don't know if i'm even answering the question when it's paragraph after paragraph of words Ariel, font size 10. The constant repetition of the word decolonisation is making me realise how pathetic my vocabulary is. Then again, is there even a substitute for the word decolonisation? I'm clueless and i don't intend to check the thesaurus even though it's just a click away. I choose to put the blame on my habit of procrastination even though, it is obvious that i have absolute control over what actions to do or not to do.
So i guess i'll be making out with my history lecture notes and reference book till dawn.Awesome ain't it? Not!
Apparently, i don't even know the rationale behind typing this entry.
Am i complaining or am i trying to create a sense of awareness for my audience to comprehend what sort of person i am?
In case you haven't notice, i have the tendency to rant nonsense when i'm multi-tasking.
Let's pray i can stay awake till 7 p.m and not doze off during lectures or tutorials.
But of course, chances of me dozing off or stoning is so high that i'd better stock up on a bucket of sweets.
I intend to leave the house extra early so that i get to hibernate while waiting for 168 to make its way to Innova.
Should by any chance you bump into me looking like a zombie tomorrow, you should know the reason.
Surviving the school hours is attainable but surviving the cheer practice?
I better be coordinated.

I better appear energised: mind, body, soul.

I better think of creative ways to stay awake.

Love,

vinTage dreams