I had studied so much for the past few days because most of my major exams were only a week or so away. During those nights when I couldn't/shouldn't sleep, the only tangible thing that fueled my mind and body to stay awake was my loud mini sound system. I would blast my computer on, and voila, my brain's on-a-high trigger sets off.
And most of those nights, I would only listen to one song, Home by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros.
I guess, all those sleepless nights, boxes of fresh milk, and junked scratch papers, turned me into a hipster.
You'd soon see me with wild, unkempt hair, dancing my heart away in a ring-around-the-rosy motion. K bye.
