Titles are overrated. A piece of writing does not require a title to be considered good writing. Thus, this piece does not get to title itself.

Last weekend was interesting. On Sunday, I had 1-on-1's with three different people. I really enjoy 1-on-1's, because there is a sense of intimacy attained when I get to talk to someone else about anything under the sun. I feel as though they could let themselves out, as if they were talking to a diary, and they they could trust me with everything they say. To do my part, I become a listener rather than a speaker, only commenting when it is necessary. Much is learned about the other person in the process. Yesterday, I understood more about, well, everything. Everything?
Well, I learned about God, is that not learning something about everything?

I slept at 12:30 am last night.
I woke up at 5 am this morning, as if it were nothing. It is now 10:07, and I am as energetic as ever! I have been singing, dancing, and doing homework. I dropped my brother off to school, and visited my Japanese teacher. I went to Marina, hoping to grab some pineapple buns, but they were not fully baked, so I returned home. Energy, I can feel it within every artery, vein, or whatever. It is surging all over me, almost as if I was schizophrenic.

AHHHHHH

I have been sleeping at 9:30 and waking up at my shift times, or close to them, the past couple days. I am a morning person, and waking up early means I perform better during the day. This will become a habit, no doubt. I want to have these biological times elsewhere, in Africa maybe, and do work in the fields, for it is ready for harvest, I tell you!
But I am here, preparing myself for the future to come. It is all good!

ALL GOOD!
Do you know why?