That's it.
They could go through this revamp, might it be a meteoric rise, materialized overnight, done on impulse, fueled by one of those articles titled 'It Only Takes 60 Days To Form A Habit'***,
or it could be a process that devours time, undying commitment, an unwavering stance and in return, promises to spit you out a 'different person'.
***I made this up I'm sure they have catchier titles, personally I wouldn't read an article that requires anything less than 7 Days to accomplish something
Of course this was when I was much younger and rather cynical.
Also, this was backed up by this childish theory based on my own life*** that embarrasses me.
***I am very disorganized
(if I were to be a 100% honest here, I would replace 'disorganized' with 'sloppy')
(According to my Dad, online statements like these are what will keep me unemployed in the future when our fate is determined by background checks on every post splattered on the social media - no wonder on FB he's constantly sharing inspiring quotes in pretty fonts against more inspiring backgrounds captioned with more inspiring words)
(Apparently I like to put myself into jeopardy)
But I am.
PRIME EXAMPLE :
When I was in Primary, I started off every year with 7 different colored files, pencils sharpened to the same length, bag packed in accordance to the height of each textbook.
Then from the 3rd day everything just.......disintegrated. I was dreadful. As much as someone with OCD can't stand filing Bahasa Melayu Karangan worksheets under 'Science' , I was the opposite.
It was almost this apprehension to be caught with worksheets that weren't creased and looked like they have been balled up and tossed around the room (most of the time they came close to that treatment) and using a ruler (my Mathematics formulas were pieces of art) and a desk with a compartment beneath that wasn't cluttered with junk.
I was dreadful*** I wasn't even that ashamed parading around with torn textbooks.
*** I realize the repeated usage of this word which by usual standards might be appalling but then i have also used 'i mean' 4 times in a tweet (we're limited to 140 characters and i waste them on 'i mean')
Up till this point of furious typing (which is how I type when I blog if only I manage an equivalent intensity when I'm going at my assignments)
I realize.................. this post is going no where (besides making myself out to be more dreadful*** than I was originally perceived to be)
***treading on thin ice here
The point, now the point is, until this day, this trait, is still glaringly apparent. Pep talks (from myself...to myself), incessant nagging (from my Mum) , horrified looks (from my roommate(s)/bestf) haven't done much.
I don't know why I strayed so much from the first line and centered this post on the dusty desktop and unfolded clothes strewn across my hostel room (definitely not housewife material)
I should stop
END OF PRIME EXAMPLE
In all honesty I was putting off studying for Spanish mid-terms.
if I end every post with a picture captioned 'Craving for Magic Matcha!! / omg I want tomyam naooo / pancakes plzzzz ' how juvenile do I sound
(the bottom line is I might believe that someone could change wholeheartedly, I say might but I have Spanish to study for and I refuse to elaborate)
I can do this ! *oozes enthusiasm that lasts the same amount of time contentment from a bar of chocolate brings before guilt kicks in (about 10 minutes)
I can do this ! *oozes enthusiasm that lasts the same amount of time contentment from a bar of chocolate brings before guilt kicks in (about 10 minutes)
Bye!
