Sewing makes me really happy.

It's really amazing how happy sewing can make me.

I love all the trips down to Chinatown and Spotlight. You can practically see my eyes lit up the moment I saw a fabric that I love. I'm so serious because I really went 'WAH! *blink blink*' or 'OH MY GOD *gulp gulp* Haha. I took a look around me, I don't see anyone with the twinkling expression. Everyone looked so calm and and and, so calm! Haha. I thought what I do should be a normal display of affection towards something that makes you happy! Apparently, everyone told me 'no, it's just you being too dramatic'. OH WELLS! *shrug* I do what what makes me happy. =D

And this brings us back to the fact that sewing makes me really happy. I love all the mind provoking thoughts when I saw 'THE FABRIC'. I will start generating ideas on how to use it and I can just think and think and think until my project is done. I will close my eyes and imagine how beautiful the end product will be while shopping for 'THE FABRIC'. I will become really jumpy and excited the moment I reached the place that may sell me 'THE FABRIC'. I will leave the place with a big grin on my face that will not go away until I fell asleep when I got 'THE FABRIC. I will wake up with a lot of anticipation when the plan of the day is to turn 'THE FABRIC' into something that I had imagined.

This cycle had never been broken before. Yes, I love sewing that much and yes, sewing makes me that happy. I should probably quit Science and enter Arts.