Restore factory settings
Do I have a reset button? Would somebody please pound it like a madman? It’s out of my hand’s reach and I need to revert to my old self. The 21-year-old that I see around is turning into a zombie; he’s worrying too much and he’s overthinking. He’s even crashed out two drafts for this blog because he just feels like doing so. Is there a meteor crashing on Earth...
Salespeople (especially attendants of food stalls) must never be deprived of the stuff they’re selling. Today I was ridiculously saddened by my mum’s story: about how a girl in an ice cream parlor frowned when she replied to my mum’s question (Is the Selecta Hershey’s ice cream with Heath Toffee bits delicious?). “I don’t know ma’am,” she said....
I get tired so easily
Today I woke up unusually early for a long day. I ate breakfast. I took a bath. Rummaged through my Narnia for something to wear. Ironed a buttoned shirt. Brushed my teeth. Packed my bag. And left the house. By the time I arrived for work, I was already tired and wanted to sleep again.