My life yesterday (for majority of the day) in a gif.
//update//
okay i guess it wasn't thhhhhhaaaaaaaat bad now that i think of it,
but i needed some reason to have Barney Stinson here,
so there you go.
But really tho, Math Paper 2 killed the vibe out of me.
oh right, quick embarrassing story
i went to school for the wrong paper yesterday.
thankfully my paper was in the afternoon,
and i didn't miss it whew.
Then again, it was a wasted trip of "ohmygosh is it time to wake up already"
and rushing to school.
It was kinda funny on my part tho,
while everyone was heading to the Hall for chem paper,
i was casually cruising to the gate to get my butt home.
Lol at the looks on the principal's and teachers faces as they watch me waiting for the gate top open,
followed by their laughter at me when i sheepishly told them by klutziness.
Also, i don't quite understand how it is July already.
i mean seriously, how did 7 months fly by like that.
honestly though, time has been flying faster than usual for me these days.
i'm not quite sure how.
I think it is correlated to how mundane my life has been recently.
On the brighter side of today,
i had a wonderful dream (FINALLY),
of me and my very own quaint little cafe.
I can't quite recall if it's a cafe, or a posh dessert bar kinda thing,
but i knew i was the owner of it and stuff.
man did that feel good.
jjigaehouse
South Korea
Mhmm woke up craving for French Toast and the whole cafe dream kinda fuelled me to want to cook and all again.
(:
Grapefruit French Toast with homemade blueberry jam :} My aunt makes amazing jam.
Speaking of favorites,
I've been pretty into writing again.
finally found the language ebbing in my blood again so that's nice.
Too bad none of my essays in school need narrative skills in any way
:'(
But really, i've been getting these sudden bursts of inspiration to write
and i scribble on my diary,
on the back of receipts,
on pages torn from my revision notes...
you name it.
Sharing a few of it here,
but i do feel a little hesitant about it as well.
I don't quite know how to place my finger on this but
maybe it's vulnerability and rawness that i feel.
After all, i don't know who is reading this.
I don't know who you are.
yes you, behind the screen or the phone.
it's quite creepy/strange at the same time,
for me to be laying out my cards on the table
while you guys just peer at me behind a veil.
creepy creepy.
ironically, i still write anyway.
because what's writing for if nobody reads it?
HM.
time for lunch and lit.
My torture ends temporarily on Tuesday,
and i finally get to go do my brows.
i've neglected you my poor brows.
ciao.
have a great weekend/youthday.
P.S
may or may not watch the last matches of World cup because i've been so out of it i've no idea what's been going on except that i track scores based on the news app in the morning, and i know that Brazil's winning.
