My mood is on a nosedive as I write this because my impulses are signaling me to go straight to bed and be a vagabond of this wonderland called dreams. Tonight I sent e-mails to five of Malate’s contacts to ask for their sponsorship in the forthcoming events to be held within the school year. Reading between the lines, it’s already evident that I made the decision to stay in Malate despite my schedule being tangled in beanstalks. Long story to tell about it, though. This morning I went to Persia Grill with my friends and we had the most wonderful time talking about stuff like we always do. Now I’m looking at what I’m typing right now and I am assuming this is the best I could write at my sleepy-yet-drowsy state of mind. My brain factory has shut down production as of this moment because the workers are about to put their dead-tired bodies to bed. Simultaneously, I am the boss of this little factory only I could visualize yet I sit in my little chair smashing the keyboard five words per four seconds talking about stuff we could all relate to. Due to my sleepy mood at present, I promise to all of you readers I would make my personal posts as entertaining as possible the next time I blog like this again so there would be more chances of having this blog of mine adapted into a screenplay with all names changed but based on true events.
To all the meddlesome minds out there, bonne nuit is “good night” in French. Who doesn’t love the classiness of the French language? :)
