by my own river, I sat down and blogged

Yes, typically I make sense.

I make sense  every time I successfully fight a  strong urge of staying curled under my covers in an ungodly monday hour.  Or maybe whenever I complete a three-hour experiment with a corrosive phenol while fighting my way through a sea of insistent colleagues who want to finish their assigned task as early as I want to.

Yes, typically and technically, what makes me feel I feel sensible is whenever I am able to defy the works of nature and set it not even at its natural order… na-ah, but more in it’s intended sense- slow and labored.

Let me illustrate this.

I hate Mondays and  I hate mornings. But I am learning to love breakfasts even on Sundays where everybody would usually opt to play lazy while dancing around in their pajamas.

I hate laboratories works. But I have defied my heart’s strongest unwillfull arguments against fumes, tiled tables, and theoretical results. I have literally and officially embraced Toxicology in my loving care. Honestly.

While I am a lover of some peculiar treasured things, I am also a hater of some routine matters of this world.  

I am pleased that I have been wanting to feel that I need to love learning  the natural in an unnatural way of my mind and heart.

There is a lot more and bigger to my creative little illustration. And naturally I would want to elaborate on that.  

As for today and now, that is the new name of the game.

At the end of it all I feel recharged of the winning attitude where I am my own creative competition.

I am bound to create.

Even IF IT MEANS GOING AGAINST MY OWN CURRENTS. or others’.  

Beat mediocrity. Damn.