You know sometimes, when you feel really fed up and you feel like your head's an inch away to explosion, you really need a break? I also know that a real break for me is considered a month-long paradise in Phuket/other exotic islands with friends and another month without.

But the window's a good alternative otherwise.

I am a strange, strange person. I find joy in standing by the balcony and watching as people scurry to and fro, cars whizzing by and stopping at traffic lights. I feel calm and at peace watching scenery, watching nature work her magic by nurturing a tree from its early roots to its majestic ripe. I feel like I'm living another life, just barely five inches away from my living room, standing out on my balcony with the wind against my face and watching all these lights dot the horizon, telling another story. It just reminds me of how we are all connected, no matter how far apart we are. We're under the same blue sky.

You never think twice about something until you finally have the time to. You always find something refreshing when it's new, not your own. You find any other story better than your own. I don't know but I guess I was following this logic when I tell you I find peace in this view, of silhouettes imprinting the windows against the light of the night, of cars driving past not realising that they are my solace, of another family putting out the light for the night and not realising I'm watching them and feeling the way I do.

Have you ever thought of things like that, that we're connected in a way you can't even imagine?

Maybe some other time when you have a thousand essays, fourteen major projects, eighteen pages of math or a book review due the next day and you feel like your mind can't take any more of work that it's overflowing with desperation - you know, I'm saying maybe - you could just let go, take a chance and find another burst of faith for your pathetic little life that only consist of work in this little action that brings you not even on step away from the comfort of your own house.

Just feel the wind calling your name, the trees whispering your daily dose of faith. Let the birds reach your heart, spill your sorrows out to the earth, save your mind with the freshness, the fascinating life that lies beyond, much beyond the horizons, the glimpse of your eye. Look at the streetlights spell L.O.V.E and the clouds form LIVESTRONG.

That's right. Live strong.

It's been a long time since I last saw a sincere twinkle in someone's eyes, since I last heard a bounce in each step taken, since I last found a heart free of worries. 

If this goes on, the world will die of depression before of global warming.

On a separate but similar matter;

This afternoon as I was waiting for my car in school I turned on my phone and came in were two messages. One from Pris, one from my bwother. I don't know what knocked on my brain's door but such a simple message from my bwother just worked wonders for me, made me do Book Review (oh holy cow) all day and not stop.

Everytime I felt like stopping and laying my head against my pillow, all I had to do was go back to that message and enunciate each word in my heart, and that was all it took to keep me going.

Know what it read?

The sun's shining, the birds are chirping and my stomach is making noises cause I haven't eaten.

Funnily amazing, isn't it?

I don't even know how my brain works anymore, it just seems to.

I've warned you. Random post.