I want I want I want I want I want!

Really MUSHROOM!
My damn chio cacti have got company~

I woke up from a new composition in my dream, recorded it down in my phone, and went on listening to other bits and pieces of ideas I have had in the phone. The list goes on to more than 20 of them. Fragments, lines, beats, rock, ballad, violin, vocals...so many which I've never had the time to get my hands on to doing it. Music is like an evil force which sucked me into it. Or it is a power/energy force which I feed on. The thirst is hydrating my beauty, much to which i looked haggard and worn. I don't feel like studying since I woke up. But it's just a few weeks more, and I have to trick myself to dive into the piles of books and notes again. Come on! You've gone through 4 months of it, you're reaching the finishing line. A while more, just a little while more you'll get to the end. Don't give yourself into temptations now, else you'll waste your 4 months worth of effort. Yes, yes. I'm crawling with my last pack of reserved fuel left in my body to the finishing line. Where something lies ahead is calling my name. Holiday is calling my name.

hmm..this sounds like words coming from a schizophrenia. LOL