midnight shopping

as one of the first loyal harry potter fan (even before the movie came out; and as i remember only 3 of my classmates including i in our freshman year in high school read it before the BIG HYPE), i would not miss the first opportunity to get my hands on those books, which leads us to my caprice. i decided to try to buy the book @ midnight, and of course...

b1tching moment

June 21st: this day was supposed to be very rosy. i was looking forward to end summer school and start my true summer (and how coincidental it was technically the 1st day of summer). after finals, i felt very optimistic mainly because my gut told me that i was getting a good grade--my gut was right--i got a 90! but before i knew that i was in a bar with some friends celebrating our triumph over our evil teachers for passing the summer session. when i got out, my bag was stolen from one of my friend's car. if you may ask what was in it, nothing valuable--at least financially speaking--there was my book (i think it's fairly expensive), my mp3, and my planners. now surprisingly i dont care about my book. i cared more for the planners!!! first of all i was very diligent in keeping my planners for three consecutive years and this was the 4th. what i valued most was the freaking picture and hair of my danaan lass.

Save Our Ship

I'm going home again this weekend. I'll have trouble finding time to do my laundry after but that doesn't matter anymore. Kidding. It will, after I come back, of course. After going home last week, I just got the bug. It's not budget-friendly but definitely better than my impulse drinking and smoking- especially now that my lips aren't that red anymore. That could have been my whole claim to fame but I blew it. Like, totally.

Crowds makes me feel lonely as usual. And no, my self-appreciating mantra is just not that effective anymore. Like, having a high acquiline nose helps! I'm sorry but I'm not that shallow. Why not tell me I take good pictures rather than looking good on those? That'll help.

I got badged last week. Oh, wow, great. How sarcastic can I be? A badge will never change the fact that I no longer like going to school. And what would I tell to my parents? That I don't really know what to do with my life? Or how I want to live a reclusive life, isolated from civilization? Or my dreams of being the next host of Lonely Planet? Like, they would understand!
So this weekend, I'm going to my comfort zone. That's the only thing that helps me right now.