I mean seriously...

Weather is lovely.
There is no better weather than when it is raining.

Just listening to the sound of the raindrops tapping softly on the hard surfaces of the metal roof, it's strangely calming. Welcoming.

Especially when there is a strong breeze that feels like it's enveloping you, and you smell the rain and fresh air. I feel renewed. Recharged. Revitalised.

I believe, that my writing styles are oddly affected by the kinds of people i spend most of my time with. Or the people who are most influential in my life at some point.

It's like i am a sponge. Or a chameleon. I blend in with my surroundings and a part of me I never knew existed or was capable of, just appears. Here i am. A new side of me.

If you go through my older posts and psychoanalyse or just read closely, you will notice that there are certain periods where the styles of my writing is apparently different.

But that is me. Even my handwriting is inconsistent.

I think i have a mild case of bipolar disorder. Or is it just lack of assertiveness to make up my mind?

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<3 <3 <3

I love Scott Pilgrim vs The World.

I never thought i would like a show like this but right after i watched it, goodness gracious me! I fell in love with Michael Cera! xD Seriously, your heart must be made of steel if you do not even feel just a tiny bit of your heart go :"Awwwww" at some point throughout the show.

So good.

Must watch.

And yes, it is ancient movie.

But MUST WATCH ANYWAY! :D