Sweet Dreams are made of you

Why am I such a perfectionist? The word is a double-edged sword and it can be quite a problem if the other party don't think alike. I think when you take pride in your work, you only want it to be the best, no matter what. You'd stay up, not eat, not bathe just to ensure that the work is to the best and even if to you it is already good enough, you will never think that it is the best. I am never satisfied with my music work, especially my self-penned songs. It's the pride that you put on your work so that people would only listen to the best, and not second class because they deserve only the best. But ultimately, you can never be perfect because if you can, then you're can never improve yourself anymore. We're human nevertheless, with flaws and stupidity.

Haiz, anyways, a lil update. I'm still stuck in sch. Time check, 2.30AM. Yes, AM. Sitting outside the Biz lobby is gives me calm. Weird but yeah. Perhaps knowing that you are in control of situation and nobody is disturbing you. Everything is calm. Just the gentle breeze that comes intermittenly and the sounds of cars whizzing by. Damn hungry and so I wished for some food, perhaps a pack of potato chips. Impossible? Think again. It was so happened that I was still writing my notes just now when suddenly Tracy came down and handed me a pack of potato chips. Yes you heard me right. She bought it at Cheers and the sweet girl came and asked how I was doing and all. She was also studying overnight with her Indonesian friends in some GSRs. I cannot stand the GSRs. Too claustrophobic for my liking. I want my own space.

So you see, the power of the mind is truly something that nobody can really explain. When you put your mind to it and you want something, it'll happen. It has happened to me a few times and now, I'm still concentrating hard to get the things that I want in life. It all begins here -points to brain-. If you don't believe, it won't happen. Always be positive.

ja
sweet dreams of late