Mmmmm.

After a giant caramel sundae (courtesy of my awesome dad who went out to buy ice cream by the gallon from a grocery for my mother and then ice cream from McDonald's for me--hmm, I should that for my best friend eventually), I think I shall survive the night.

*Rewrite Bio notes.
*Practice Math.
*Wake up at 6.

Four more tests!

P.S. Why I was reading the wrong chapter for my Social Science long test last night.

As a side note, advice I shouldn't forget. :)

Anonymous asked:
Ate xxxx! Haha, I just want to say you're so pretty and awesome, and I look up to you as an Ate. :) I wanna be like you--you're so accomplished. :-j

OH WOW. Kiligs hehehe, thank you. :”> Good to know what I do inspires people in some small way. :) Whatever you wanna do in life, go for it!!

Book List.

1.) Lolita-I have wanted this book for ages.....but I can't find it. And when I do find it, I find that it is something my relatives won't buy me. My curiosity is not satiated. At the very least, I want to read anything by Nabokov.

2.) Any book by David Sedaris except for "Me Talk Pretty One Day". My gosh, he's amazing. So witty. One of the few authors whose books I can read over, and over, and over again.

3.) War and Peace- Taking a shot at more Tolstoy after Anna Karenina.

4.) Lost in Time- Call it a guilty pleasure.

...Cravings.

You know what? After this incredibly....eventful year, I think I deserve to eat whatever I want this Christmas break. Food. Proper food. 

All photos are not mine. Wish the contents were, though.

If it's not perfect, it's good. It's real. :)

Obviously, Blair's afraid that she's just the rebound, the salve to the raw wound to Dan's infatuation with Serena. But he's worth the risk, he is.

A letter, unsent.

dear you (whoever you may be and however i shall have you),

I long to feel your tiny hand curling around my little finger, as that rush and burble of love surrounds my heart. I long to kiss your soft skin, coaxing a laugh from your wide eyes, and fragile face. It won't be easy, love. I won't be the perfect mother. And I know there will be days when I'm spent and on edge--but there'll be moments ( unfolding themselves all the time) where my heart beats gently, and yet almost fit to burst at the bundle of love that I (and the one I love, and love still) have made together.

You are his, and you are mine, and you are his and mine. But most importantly,you are yours. And that is the best thing I can teach you, my love. To be yourself. And if I shall do this, then whatever else I teach you matters a little less than this.

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As a note of sorts. I'm young, and I'm pretty sure I won't be sending this for another ..15? years yet.

It never rains, but it pours.

I want to write. I honestly want to write.
(Indeed, I actually feel like writing right now, and not because I am required to, or I was asked to or anything of the sort. I really, really just want to. )
It happens, sometimes. The words just tumble out of my head, and I really, really have to have them out. 
So. This blog is just a note of sorts. To remind me that I should write. Just because I want to. Just because it's sort of what I am.


Required Things to Write (Finish by Monday!)
a.) Les Mis script
b.) Datmouth peer recom form


Things I Want to Write
a.) fictional work on escaping disease and herding children somewhere (Ironic how my ideas sound so un-eloquent in their basest form. Actually. Not ironic.)
b.) pastoral-ish sort of something except it's something from the former lover to the current lover
c.)  non-fiction work about CreW or Sir Arghs or both and
d.) non-fiction work about the people who helped me realize I want to write (not as a profession, but as a passion)
e.) a poem (because i find one everyday in my best friend)
f.) See first postscript.
g.) last but definitely not the least--the collaboration with my best friend 

a link of sorts, so i won't forget 

p:s: theoretically. i HAve better sense of: punctuatioN and caPitalization; than this, 

P.P.S. One of my previous blog posts stated a "constant sense of fulfillment." That should have  been a "constant sense of ue.nfulfillment." Perhaps the typo was meant to be.


P.P.P.S. Back to work now! School > writing.

Midnight Conversations.

It's one of those times when it's well past midnight, and the lateness of the hour and the stillness of the night beyond them gets them talking. On nights like this, she stays up with him over the net as he  watches over his ill puppy. On nights like this, they exchange lists and lists of songs, placing them together like subtle brush strokes on the canvases of their lives. . . On nights like this, they talk.

You know, she says idly, almost as if she hasn't spent nights pondering over the sweet uncertainty of whatever lies before her. 

There are days when all I want is a cozy house, a white picket fence, two--maybe three children to come home to, and the warmth of my husband beside me on a night like this--the surety, the safety, the certainty that there will be something to live for. 

But other days--she continues, other days, I want to own the world. Be someone. Be something. Grace the covers of a major business magazine. Build a front-running company out of scratch. Have heads turn at a single click of my Jimmy Choos--the power, the adrenaline, and the passion for finding newness in things that already exist. 

Well, he says, laughing, well, my dear, why can't you have both?

Untitled?

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

 ⁸ Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. ⁹ For we know in part and we prophesy in part, ¹⁰ but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. ¹¹ When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. ¹² For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

 ¹³ And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 

--Corinthians

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I must stop thinking so much like a close-minded human. I shall persevere.

Because you're the last person I'd want to see before I die.

Meow. 

I have this best friend, and I've been treating the friendship I have with him as something so scary I'm scared of breaking it. But from today, no more. I'll make each day amazing. :)

Because honestly, I'm the luckiest person on Earth to have a best friend like him. :)

Ohnoes, this is cheesy and cliche', but it's the best cheesy cliche' I know about.  

Despite the swear word, these words. are. so. true.


...

i'll strive each moment to be the bright side to his every day :) 

Attacking a hot fudge sundae.

After some late-night siomai (Chinese food is love!) and late-night conversations, I'm feeling so much better now!

And. Since I have been done with the 3 books in my previous to-read list, here's a new one.

I want to read some Kurt Vonnegut books!

I've only read a couple of quotes of his, but yes, he sounds intriguing. He actually reminds me of a batchmate of mine. Cynical and hopeful at the same time.

How nice--to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
-Vonnegut. 

I need some form of release.

... And no, please, please, please not writing. 

I am honestly sick to death of my reputation as that writer. 

Hey, you're that writing goddess, aren't you?

As much as it is flattering to be called this, there is more to me than swirly blue loops and ink stains on my fingertips.

Add that to my inability to figure out what to do with my life.

Can I just go hide under a rock now? Please?

This summer, I am going to learn something new. Totally bloody new. (No, acting doesn't count because I've been there, done that.)

And I'm going to make sure people know there's more to me than this. this this. constant sense of fulfillment.

 

dum spiro, spero. (while i breathe, i hope)

ars longa; vita brevis.

art is long; life is short.

wish I could last beyond my lifetime, then. 

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I'm having one of those weird, clear-headed moments. 

Like. The ones where I'm curious about so many things, and where I love learning, and where every moment seems to have potential.

I like this moment. I shall keep it as a happy place.

And the mindset, too.

Tumblr-surfing for fun.

Hm.

For what it's worth, it's worth a lot.

Research seems a lot better when you've got friends along. 

It doesn't really seem to matter what you do---no matter how much halls you run through, teachers to talk to, or people to beg, it seems to be better when there are two people to laugh with.

True enough, the stress runs high. However, so does the stress relief. Extraction from plants can be boring. When you have mercury thermometers for wands, pistachios for spells, and conversations about childhoods, though, you're not just a bunch of groupmates anymore, you're friends. (Hopefully.)

Not to mention all that, and you learn to heat things up.

"The best way to see if it's hot, is to touch it."

It's the best way to get burned, too. Though, what's a little cooking without a little heat? Sure, you're scorched, but you get something out of it.

At the end of the day, what's happiness worth without a little work?

Movies to watch or rewatch or watch with friends.

1.) Casablanca
2.) The Atonement
3.) More Audrey Hepburn movies, please.

A note of sorts.

No matter how good my day gets, it always feels off when I don't talk to my best friend properly.

I do not like disagreements at all.

Requirements for tomorrow: Thursday, July 7, 2011.

Fil. - Continuation of Presentation.

Chem- Prob Set.

Physics- Continuation of Presentation.
 

Hm.

http://therulesofagentleman.tumblr.com/post/6478190423/submitted-by-fashionartandlove

Hahahaha, third year memories of photo shoots in parks and borrowing people's clothes.

I miss my class.

Another one of those six word stories.

They don't. (Except when they do.)

I really do wonder.

--- has to be the most annoying subject ever.

Senior year for me has at the very least been manageable so far. But I am beginning to despise ---- for being..ugh.

There's a military academy here for a reason. So that all those who actually want to go through this do go through this. Otherwise, please don't damn the rest of us in stuff dreamt up by people who feel this is the best thing they can do with their senior year.

Not.

Tomorrow afternoon will be spent running around campus looking like some fashion freak I don't want to be. Jeans, seriously. Jeans.

I'm not the sort of person to wear jeans. At least not very often. And never with black leather shoes.

Neither can I properly do pushups or stay still for any period of time and run about and enjoy it.

Ugh. 

//endrant

Sometimes, you don't need to solve for the solution.

I have this dilemna. 

Well, you see, this dilemna of mine has an easy solution, but I believe I need to be reminded in order to solve this already. 

Indeed. 

Anyway, this dilemna of mine--it's quite simple, really (as I've said before): I worry too much, and I hug too little. 

And yet, everybody knows I'm the type of person to love hugs. 


So. I put this here to remind myself to hug more, and worry less. 

And that I should show people everyday how much I care about them. :) 

Instead of feeling bad afterward. Right? 

Meow.

Books I intend to get myself this year. (a.k.a. Why Books Get Me Curious about People.)

 

[one]--Thirteen Reasons Why --This book intrigues me; suicide being something I have never considered (and hope never to) . I'm the type to want to get even, and not wallow in a corner to be pitied. (I have a sense of self, I hope.) So, it interests me what can drive a person to suicide--and how to prevent as such from happening to anyone (and most especially the people I love, whom, thankfully, aren't suicidal people. I think.) Besides, pardon the pun, but this seems to be a novel sort of novel. I might want to record something that way--my life, though, and not my death. Imagine people discovering records of my thoughts in some old CDs fifty years from now. And trust me; I am a talkative person.

[two] --^^ That, or any other sequel to Gone with the Wind. Because I am irked at how late Scarlett realized that she loved Rhett all along. (Why do we ignore things that are right in front of us?) Besides, unlike some other book characters I admire, Scarlett had to gain my approval throughout the course of Gone with the Wind, instead of me liking her at an instant. In other words, she grew--though not enough, it seems. So indeed, with Scarlett, Rhett and the rest, tomorrow is yet another day. (And the next book is yet another must-read.)

[three] It's a classic. Enough said.