Another thing that is funny about me is that inspiration comes to me with speed of slap, one look at someone, plots after plots come to my mind making me so excited like being injected with chiken blood.
Like when I was watching group of performers, watching them put themselves high by stairs as high as your pride, and ego.
Makes me wonder what if a group of friends does this kind of job, and each of the group meet their respective partner through chaotic moments. The manager of the group stumble across a man who's secretly a mafia in disguise, making others of this mafia friend meets the group of performers, thus love and romance blossomed.
Yeah! This kind scenario always happened to me, and I'm not even surprise anymore. I just need to keep that flame fanning and still, and that's what difficult to me, inspiration comes, and goes like how wind past through me :))