I noticed something as I looked at the "x minutes ago" sign on Facebook when I refreshed the page- that actually, time flies away so fast. I then also remembered how I was always so uptight about time in the past. I used to treasure every single standing moment, and even studied while queuing up for food. I would never, honestly, queue for more than five seconds. I would get annoyed because they were wasting my time and If there was a queue, I would disappear first. Then, why are standards different now? Time is really so precious and eight months have slipped past just like that. I let unimportant things take up my time even when I did not enjoy it. Perhaps the first few months had more of a conscious alert mind where I took notice of how my time was spent, but then I grew complacent. The root of the problem is a lack of discipline and the solution itself is discipline. I remember how I used to run every night because of discipline and how I never ate fried food because of discipline. Then, when I started to allow myself to miss a running session and allow some unclean food to touch my lips, the art of discipline broke away from me. We cannot allow standards to fall below what they are. We must always remember where our success stemmed from. That is the reason why I have not utilized my time to the fullest.

On another note, I love stories and I simply adore writing. I have reiterated it a million times. I can never describe how much I love writing. I would love to talk to no one at all and just sit somewhere all day, because I dislike negative noise. I love to compose lyrical pieces of dancing words that fly around and are swift to complement fanciful ideas. I love to be so flightful (haha my own word) sometimes, but at times I am extreme and I become so serious. I like to think that writers are queer and oddballs sometimes, and the word "oddball" makes me laugh. It paints a picture of peculiarity and fullness of it, just like an oversized globe that utterly expands and invades every personal space of yours. In short, oddness can kill you but yet, it can satisfy your hunger. Human beings are so strange sometimes. They can die of oddness, and yet they can bloom when they are different. They can employ and ride on the wave of creativity when they are "Oddballs", yet on the other hand, sometimes, they end up drowning and losing their lives because they forgot how to swim. They forgot that just like everyone else, they could learn to swim and conquer the huge waves of excitement and anger, and that they are just like anybody else. How strange.

There once was a girl named Jane, and she was a very common girl. Her name was Jane and it was a common name, and because of her commonness, she grew very sad. Jane was never happy because Jane was just a girl, and as a girl, all she did was to sew little names on the hankerchiefs of the well-groomed males in her era. All she did everyday was to entertain pleadings of hunger and chants for the need of attendance to these deprived fellows. Jane was never happy, because she was made to conform to societal norms.

However, one day, Jane decided that she was no longer to be bound by these norms. She did so many things and she was so tired that she told me not to say it, but I want to tell you that Jane did the most radical things. She went crazy and she did all the things you would not have imagined, but still, she wasn't happy. She then realized that everything was just vanity. It is best to just be happy.

I am tired of writing. I especially love the annoying repetition of the name "Jane". The intention is to make it childlike, and to be honest with you, merely to simplify whatever we all go through. Honestly, everything in life is so simple to understand. Can everyone just chill and be happy?I have heard of so many less than cheery events. Let us all just change our perspective to a happy one yeah. Learn to distance yourself sometimes, in difficult situations, and it really helps. (: