Feelin' sexy?
Ever since my financial crisis took a turn for the worst, I've been having this urgency inside me to write more. Which is good, but if only you have anything good and worthwhile to write about. Otherwise it's just a useless excess of weird and uncontrollable emotion that's only contributing more towards global warming. Or HFMD virus outbreak. The other thing is that if only that urgency is saying: "Hafeez, go and write your masterpiece!" but instead it doesn't. What it actually made me do is this - rambling on about practically nothing. But then it's a good start either. Nowadays everybody only cares to read about nothing. They only care to read about rubbish. Like my colleague sitting beside me right now, browsing through forwarded forwarded forwarded e-mail about the new Proton MPV (which was actually a joke). So there you go; rubbish everybody. Now feed on it.
