If I Do What I Say

Almost everything mucked up yesterday:

• due to wiring-problems, I couldn't log online (I'm typing away at the jurong west cafe)
• a panic-attack sent me topsy-turvy moments after waking up
• the sun was awfully scorching
• every cell in my body grumbled and nagged for more sleep
• left-side of my glasses snapped
• war broke out in my heart whole day

All these, because I obeyed what I said to myself at daybreak.

Nobody's fault but mine.

If I was so right, why did all these happen?

Culture tells me freedom means

Doing everything I want

Louder than any human era,

In this 'human-rights' consumed generation,

Doing what we want seems to be fairest.

But really,

If that's true, why was the aftermath so horrid?

Freedom is good.

Then its results should be good.

I can only conclude one truth:

Doing what I want is not always best for me.

I don't trust myself entirely.

I can't listen to myself all the time.

Eight hours have passed since I woke today,

And every moment has been a bliss.

It's fun warring with my flesh

Because every attempt is a step towards winning

Hurrying across the road with Karen and the team

Guzzling iced-coffee (it costs only a dollar but tastes better than any Starbucks concoctions)

Dipping seventy cents cupcake into it

Listening to priceless experiences of my lecturer can be so inspirational I feel fireworks bursting in my heart, visions flashing in my mind and motivation running in my blood. There's so much to do but I can only set out if my body is strong.

I love food, sleep and television.

But above them,

I love stepping out of home

Entering unique worlds of people

And be used for greater purpose.