what's hyperbole for overwhelmed

"A cup of tea is the answer to everything."

There goes my Fifty Shades obsession. I don't even like the taste of tea, but now I just made myself a cup as I write this post.

I'm very much overwhelmed on what I need to do for the next couple of days. I just want to curl in bed and cry. I feel exhausted just thinking about it. I know I should just stop thinking and start doing. But do you ever get that feeling when you seriously want to start moving/working but you literally just can't move? Maybe it's just me.

My apartment is a big big mess right now. It's a mess before but now it has transformed into a big pile of my personal belongings, which, day by day, all now start looking like crap. I'm living in a big pile of crap and, worse, I've been crashing for almost a month now in my own apartment. When I say crash, I mean I've been sleeping on my couch for almost three weeks now. I actually bought myself a huge bed recently. A real bed for once, one with a sturdy wooden frame and thick soft mattress. However, ugh I hate the however, I couldn't even assemble it just yet because I cannot manage my time well to finally start repainting my place. I soooooooooo want to sleep in a real nice cozy bed. I actually have one and it's in pieces. The headboard is blocking my living area and all the other pieces of wood are scattered on the floor. I can't even prepare proper meals these days because of all these crap. 

I'm just ranting, I know.

I have lots of work to do. In a way, my renovation progress has been curtailed by my addiction to Fifty Shades of Grey. For the first time, I was able to finish two novels within two days. Take that, bed! And because of this stupidity, my schedule is now fucked up. 

I'll be the happiest once everything will be in its place. Soooooonnnnnnnnnnnn....

on romantic love

(word vomit ahead)

I just finished watching the movie entitled Timer, and it got me thinking about singledom, the concept of the one, and, my all time favorite topic (which I don't ever want to admit), love. The movie tackles the eternal dilemma of a single woman desperately wanting to meet "the one" because her biological clock is running out. However, there's a ridiculous twist to the story. A new technology has emerged in the field of romantic love. In this particular world, people can now wear a "timer", a device that calculates the length of time that you're going to meet your soulmate. It will tell you how long you have to wait to meet your life partner, and, the moment it runs out, the device will blink indicating your soulmate is already within the vicinity. A love alarm clock of sorts. The catch phrase goes something like this: "Take the guesswork out of romantic love." Why not? Ridiculous right? 

I cannot remember the specific scene, but somewhere along the movie, I found myself bawling like a baby. I feel like a big emotional wacko as my head began swimming in this pool of longing and nostalgia. Why are women wired this way? Do men also think about their soulmate? I pride myself for being a cynic. Yes, I love romantic comedies. But my god how I adore unhappy endings. I'm proud to say that I have cultivated the balance between what's real and what's fairytale. But have I really? This movie raised a lot of questions and affirmed some of the things I so want to repress. Okay, let's not use the word "repress", but, rather, things I want to forget. Forget? Really? Okay, I give up. Nothing will make this post sound cool.

Here goes the questions:

Do you believe in soulmates?

My first instinct would be a big "No." No, I don't believe in soulmates. But can I also say that I secretly wish it was true, like Santa or heaven or angels or after-life? With my present state of mind and my minimal experience with love, I don't think there's one specific person that the universe has set out for you. I believe in loving a number of people, cultivating a relationship, learning about "selves", and finally settling down with someone who finally shares the same goals as you. In my mind, this can happen at any point in your life. Everything is all about timing. And with this belief comes the realization that sometimes people often settle with the person who may not necessarily be the "love of their life" but the person available during the time people deemed themselves ready.