Tea

Occasionally, I emerge from the iron grip of laziness and succumb to the whim to write.

Oftentimes I wax poetical just to satisfy my recurring urge to weave words together (arguably) beautifully. Other times, I rant myself all the way to Sunday with nothing but sass and a swear word or two.

I am among the millions of insignificant youth who have no fucking idea what to do with their major after uni, have yet to discover their passion(s) and talent(s) but dream of big Things (with a T) all the same. .