Dream & Cherish ♥
18 November 2009 @ 06:44 pm
Talents I Wish I Have:
(1) Knitting (been meaning to pick this up since like 2006/7 but as you can tell, i have yet to)
(2) Playing the piano (lets just not go there, my fingers are deadweights, psh)
(3) Draw (without the person looking decapitated or grotesquely deformed with my hands)
(4) Cook without poisoning someone (my mom is one of the BESTEST (yes i still want to use that word) cooks i've ever known)
(5) Swim in depths of 1.5m and above (i just freak out in water Q__Q, dying by means of drowning would be...*shudders*)
(6) Ride a bike (......yesiknow)
(7) Sewing (really sewing something from scratch without threading my fingers together, ouch)
so you can tell, i possibly have the least of all artistic talents. x___X there's definitely more to this list but this is all that i can come up with at the moment. ^^
lately i've been withdrawing into myself, minimally, if you would say so. since i still do reply to people when they talk to me, or when they approach me. but i havn't been reaching out to anyone like i usually would. its like a social detox. been left to my own devices, cooping self up. realising that there's actually alot i can keep myself entertained with. reading extensively, gross indulgence in reality television series and random shows, studying voluntarily, picking up the DS where there's lotsa new games! *grins*, writing anything and everything into my neglected notebook of sorts. it feels pretty awesome.
i smell something nice wafting out of the kitchen. mom's cooking tom yam soup for dinner now. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. sour, spicy, everything yummmmaaaaaaay. tomorrow, there's class again, going to meet the best friends as promised after. ♥
15 November 2009 @ 06:10 pm
When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on Earth. So what the hell. Leap. |
11 November 2009 @ 05:45 pm
Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need. |
i know i suck for not taking care of my space here lately. but its a place where i can do whatever i want, write whatever i want, post whatever i want right? right. my thoughts are alllll over the place recently. its an emotional rollercoaster ride everyday. some days are good, some days aren't that great. some days i feel like supergirl, some days i feel like.... i just want to hide. some days i want to do really random crazy things, some days i just want to chill out. some days i feel like i can conquer the world, some days i feel like.... can someone else do that please? there's no end to it i suppose.
there's not really much to tell. whatever needs to be told has already been said on twitter. (laughs) i know.... what...... (laughs)
so i just fell ill the other day. like out of nowhere. when i was in the midst of studying investment management and battling with Beta in the mind-boggling equations. there was suddenly a pounding headache that wont go away and was simultaneously suffocating me. a while later, it turned into a full blown fever that at one point reached a high of 39.0°. and throughout it all i had the worst nausea case of my life. psh. it went away after 38 hours of crappola. wheeeeee. and i was ready to bounce off walls!
....and that brought me to a realisation that i need to tag my entries. >:| cause i had to depend on trusty Google to search through my LJ to check when was the last time i fell ill. but now when i look at the fact that there's 170 entries to tag..... uhhh........ can i not? muahahaha.
oh greaaaaat, its 545pm now. all that i've been doing is put together photos, entertaining sarah who's at work (she seriously won't stop calling me gorella... mannn, that is a story by itself >:|), minimal O! stuff and looking through Photodiarist for the looooongest time.
julie unnie, you live in a beautiful place. ♥
okay okay, i'm going to go study now now now. its my last year, last year of uni. no waaaay can i screw it over ANYTHING. anything, at all. before that, gonna spam this entry with photos. *___*