read at least 30-40 books a year.
what baffles me is that everytime i start paying attention to something, you also start paying attention to it (like can you get a life or something?)
when people told me about it before, i opted to call it a form of flattery. but now is another story; i realize their term was more appropriate: obnoxious.
pet peeve: copycats
it is kind of intimidating when you often hear from people how your mom was known back in her days (when she was your age and even younger) for her beauty and brains and for having lots of accomplishments….while here you are: almost twenty-two and still trying to figure out what to do with your life and hoping that some kind of epiphany will come and save you.
(i cannot help my self from laughing and being sad at the same time after that realization hit me.)
"this is the youngest that we are ever gonna be. this is our time. live in the now."
"unintended" jogging with the sister (to the closest taxi stand!) to head to the airport to drop off something my mom had forgotten to bring….her return ticket!
morning walk and talk with my dad―the closest thing to jogging, which we had been planning to do together for quite sometime now but haven’t managed to do yet, that we did.
i am not okay.
when you feel so drained (emotionally and physically) you just wanna curl up in bed until everything feels okay again.
when you’re too sad and upset you just want to bawl your eyes out but you can’t/refuse to
early morning thought: to study again or not? decisions. decisions. decisions.