to move up and down
Regarding my posts, or lack thereof.
Let’s just put it simply, I now have no time to scroll through my tumblr dashboard admiring nice vintagey pictures taken by pretty girls who claim to be photographers with their iPhone and an awesome app.
Also, my week is 5/7 filled up. Which also means, I’m only available on 2 of the 7 nights.
Dance is definitely taking a toll on my studies. Rehearsals 2 times a week till 7.30 at night on days that start at 7.30. Just bring march forward already so I’ll have time to concentrate on things more important. (well, not saying that dance is not important. Ok sense my confusion here.)
Apart from that, there’s also driving lessons that pop up twice a week in order to ensure my pass in about 1.5 months.
(I’ll continue to grumble about extra tuitions aside of the ones I already have, that FYI, takes up 3 nights a week.)
In order to have only one event a night, I would officially need 9 days a week, this, not including time put aside for my bf/friends.
Next, time that used to reserved for tumblr, is now used to read up on history. I kinda like it though, so no complains there. :)
Honestly, if I had nice/intriguing thoughts, I’d be more than delighted to share it here, sadly, nay not any yet. Unless of course you’d like to know how many perfect pirouettes I did yesterday or how drove my boyfriend up a hill in his car. (I’m guessing a no.)
And now, after a long draggy post, here comes the highlight.
I think I grew out of telling everyone about my angst, hatred, disappointment and anger over tumblr. I mean, yeah they still exist, but what’s the point of publicizing it in tumblr where haters drop by to collect dirt. Don’t air your dirty laundry in public. If there comes a point I can’t hold it in any longer, I think I’d rely on a couple of numbers on speed dial than grumbling on a dead screen.
So there you have it! Cheerios.
It’s psychologically proven that if you’re very attracted to your partner, you’ll quickly pick up their speech habits.
(via kissedandtold)
With expectation comes disappointment. Yet minimal expectations aren’t ambitious enough. Torn between the two.
I’ve been trying and trying, guess it just isn’t going to work. I’m disappointed because I know I would if I could.
This post probably doesn’t matter if you don’t get it.
This is actually pretty cool because before you die, your brain releases tons and tons of endorphins that make you feel a range of emotions. This is why when people die, they see things like “a light” and they feel so euphoric.
Then why don’t they smile while lying in their coffin? :(
(via geteuphoric)
It hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.
Entwined
Another month has come and passed. Another year coming to an end. This year has been satisfactory, if not more. I found love, found peace with the fam, gained trust that I promise not to be broken again, realized what friends really mean and am on track academically.
I’ll keep my new year resolutions to myself, they’re too close to heart to share. For now, I’ll cuddle with millish with a new ring (with a nice little crystal on it) on my finger to sleep.
Have a good night’s rest everyone:)
I’ve always feared the thought of people leaving too soon. Till this very day I still well up and tear when I get reminded of him. He didn’t deserve to go at such a young age. No one does. No one deserves to go when not all their children are mature enough for them to stop worrying. No one deserves to go before they spend their 2nd half of their life. No one deserves to go without planting their seeds and giving life. No one deserves to go when someone in this world still loves them. No one also knows what Life has in store for them. I’m afraid of death, not because I’m afraid of leaving but because I know the consequences are far too painful to handle, and death, like life, is unfair. While hugging my loved ones, I secretly wish to myself that I go before they do, because it’d be too hard for me if it happened the other way around. But then again, the thought of them handling the pain instead of me hurts me too.
So before I figure this out and solve my deepest internal struggle, please whoever is planning our lives, please do not take anyone else away.
I’m happy that zac efron & Vanessa hudgens broke up. I mean he deserves so much better than some girl who takes naked photos of herself and sends them to some other guy.
There! I said it. Go and hate me for saying this but it’s the truth. Haters gon’ hate anyway.
