Interests:Travelling, deep conversations, roses, hyperactivity, ~Japanese boys~, JK drama serials, photography, l'officiel, writing, gastronomy, Angelina Jolie, vintage finds, tennis, projects/editorials and all things pretty. Expertise:in that moment, i swear we were infinite. Occupation:Your Mister. Industry:Breakfast @ Alyssa's.
I love my new collection of songs. A big thank you to everyone who has been sending me such great songs - they get me through each night and day so thank you :) Currently loving Owl City and (500) Days of Summer soundtrack!
The clock is ticking, I'm literally running out of time. Tomorrow I shall start on 华文, which I have not touched in ages. I'll have to get my ACT and SAT books asap, STUDY or try to, deal with project work, ACFF posters + tickets, re-organise my wardrobe, dressing table, study table (yes, I have not done so), develop photographs... all this whilst waiting for my impending doom = the release of promo results. It's nearly 4AM which means I only have 3 hours of sleep before my run - which will probably not happen because I will oversleep. Why must time pass by so quickly? Or maybe I'm just a big fat procrastinator.....
I've lost all inspiration.
O, and not to mention brunch at Spruce? Ahh, mothaf.
Promos are over. I am (once again) filled with immense regret. I'm starting to question the way I function. Bearing in mind that promos are CRUCIAL because like the word denotes, doing well in your promotionals makes you promote. I am cringing at the thought of my ill-written, brief and incomplete essays and wished I had started at least a month before the papers instead of literally burning midnight oil and cramming just A WEEK before. No I am not shitting you and I don't understand how people can possibly think I'm some sort of a closet mugger/hardworker/hardmugger when 4 hours before my Math paper (which commenced at 8AM) I was watching Gossip Girl S3E04. Yeah, I guess there's a hefty price to pay for your mistakes and I'm so disappointed and ashamed of myself because I know, given the due effort, I would have done a lot better and feel a lot more confident about my papers. I haven't had that feeling in a long time ever since I stepped into JC and that is indeed unnerving. I don't know what it's like to feel accomplished anymore or to feel proud of myself because as much as I could've used every ounce of energy to prepare for the promotionals, I chose not to. I chose to procrastinate and I chose to take 15 minute breaks every half an hour. I chose to daydream about my EXPECTATIONS when I had to wake up to REALITY. I don't know how am I going to face my parents, or rather, myself. I don't know how to stop shopping anymore because I feel that I don't deserve whatever I buy. I should just delete that Things-I-Need-To-Get list off my iPhone notes and religiously read Mankiw for (hopefully) some Economics enlightenment though it's a little too late.
Fuck.
I watched (500) days of Summer today after GOD knows how long. I must say I LOVED it... No surprise there. It made me squirm and squeal in my chair in complete excitement and adoration 10 times over. Love is beautiful, Love is blind, Love makes you happy, Love makes you sad, Love drives you wild with lust, Love bewilders you, Love eats and swallows you whole, Love convinces you that you're Sid and Love makes you want to stab Nancy 7 times, Love leaves you empty, Love completes you... Sadly I left the movie questioning the existence of Love and coming to the conclusion that there is no such thing as FATE and Love at first sight is nothing but a fallacy. I suggest all of you to watch it and come up with conclusions of your own. Before you do though, remember that it is NOT a love story but rather, it is a story ABOUT love. You ought to know that to avoid the feeling of disappointment at the end.
FYI: THE SOUNDTRACK IS AMAZING!!!!!! It's sold out at all Gramophone stores. That says a lot.
It's sad when people you know become people you knew. When you can walk past someone like they were never a big part of your life. How you used to be able to talk for hours and how now, you can barely even look at them. How they used to be everywhere around you but yet nowhere to be seen near you now.
Ahh shit. I really <3 Owl City ever since Paul sent me The Saltwater Room last year! They have such feel good light-headed-ish songs. Fireflies is really good too.
I want the holidays again ):
♡ P.S On a happier note, MY MOM BAKED STRAWBERRY HEARTS! :D Breakfast for the week is set ♨!
Breakfast for the week is set ♨!
