I would like to start off by greeting anyone who somehow finds their way to encounter my blog. To be exact, this isn't just a blog to me. This is where letters I wanted to send to those people who means a lot to me. The memories of what happened in my life that had them in it. From travelling, events, heartfelt messages, poems for my first love to this. Yes, as you read the title of this post, you may or may not wonder. As to why it is being titled like that, it's because I've been feeling not myself lately. I have many irrelevant thoughts running across my mind that make me doubt what I should not and never. These peculiar feelings range from sadness, guilt and heartache. The good news is I've cleaned my room, finally, after months of not touching the things I should unpack and re-organise. My room now smells amazing, like roses in the garden but the fragrance is much more enhanced. I've removed everything that I find disturbing my peace and pains my eyes. Only people who stayed in this room of mine know how humid it is. Thank You, for the beautiful and scorching hot sun that rises whilst shining brightly. My family and I are trying to fix the humidity problem as the aircon's in my room just stops functioning well. Due to the pandemic and MCO, we had to postpone numerous activities that were supposed to be completed by this year. Despite all that, I'm content to see my bedroom is finally looking like one and not a rat cage.
See how that ranges? My thoughts are not aligning in only one path. I haven't even completed my thoughts about describing what I'm feeling but then I jumped to this, stories of my own bedroom. I could think of more than five things at once but rarely completed the thinking process. Actions I've made and taken only produced less than 70% efforts, nevertheless, I did try. Fun fact, I moved back into my house in May 2021 and wanted to clean, organise, decorate my bedroom. Instead, I stayed in my youngest brother's room, fantasizing about what may not happen anytime soon. My imagination runs wild as I fantasize about the bitter and sweet events that had never occurred in my life. Although I've done some fantasy, it really did happen but only after reality occurred first.
