What is up with all the virtual snow flake gift madness?


In other news, I finally have a reason to use my manber!icon

In other, other news, I miss going to mass with my family.

"Crying like a church on a Monday" by the New Radicals. Perfect even when you're not heartbroken, it's the right mixture of emotion, religion, all that jazz. Whoever said that the New Radicals is just a one-hit wonder clearly hasn't listened to the whole album.

I am tired. Physically, mentally probably spiritually and all that -ly. I go to school and come back home early evening, sit on the sofa and pass out, wake up at around midnight, do some school work, some real life work, some other work, and things that are not work, and I sit on the sofa again at around 3am, promise myself I'll only nap for 15 minutes, and wake up 2 hours later rushing to get the school.

And I feel tired.

This routine is not working.

2nd sem's going to start tomorrow later! I managed to waste 2 weeks doing nothing. :D I still haven't learned flash, brushed up on my Japanese, and I didn't get any piece of artwork done.

Instead, I have:

- Finished 3 Haruki Murakami novels. I am a fan.
- Spent one week just sleeping and staying indoors, analyzing and meditating over my sudden depression after reading said Murakami novels
- Drowned in the Kpop fandom.
- Revitalized my online life
- been Sleeeeeping. :D
- been Eaaaaating.

Mmm. I envy anakngtinapa because she manages to update her LJ with rl stuff.

Also I need a new layout.

HACHIMAKI GET!

I need a new f(x)-esque layout. Wee.

"You weren't in the picture because you were the one who took it."


Aaaaah. Still recovering from Love of Siam. That was a great movie. You should watch it, if you can. :D

Thai movies are becoming my favorite.

I dunno, to make up for the emokid post below, have a youtube:





This is one of those things that make you go: AAAAAAH I WISH I THOUGHT OF THAT FIRST. TAT

Moving on. OREN LAVIE is EEEEEEEEEE ♥♥♥.

I've been denying this for a long time now, but I've come to realize that listening to music distracts me from doing anything productive. I lose my focus and sing/move to the rhythm of the music. This is kinda saddening. Does this mean my brain is incapable of multitasking?! ._____.

Anyhow. Today we had one of our major meeting/practice for our Literature play set for March 4. We've got, like less than a week to finalize everything, but the progress we've made so far is very little. We've got so many things to do: costumes, polishing of acting, set design--and on top of that our individual plates. Plus some immature and narrow-minded people have suddenly decided to become uncooperative, and all I want to do is flash them my middle finger and let those people be my unfortunate shithole of frustration. DAMN. I mean, just, just sadgksjfdhkjdfhddfhjhf

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So. Not really in the best of spirits, and depression has been looming just beyond my horizon once again. But, no, I won't let those cold moth wings touch me.

A few sunbeams dance through the heavy clouds on some days though: friends from other circles never fail to cheer me up. And a chance meeting with a close friend from my high school certainly rejuvenated me recently.

At least. At least we accomplished somethings today, despite the initial setbacks. And I was glad to see that only a few people were late, and most were ever-supportive with everything. And they seem to never give up.

Hopefully we'll pull our act together by Wednesday, and polish everything the following days. I believe we can stage an awesome play come next week.

Help us, help us, help us, please, someone up there.

You guys.

Their song "The Fallen" reminds me so so so much of Mello.

Seriously. Like when he's wrecking havoc and destruction, this would be the perfect background music to go with it.

GO LISTEN.

This song is giving birth to plot bunnies. ô_ô

Some say ya' troubled boy
Just because you like to destroy
All the things that bring the idiots joy
Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?

So they say you're troubled boy
Just because you like to destroy
You are the word, the word is 'destroy'
I break this bottle, think of you fondly

...we're all damned.

♥♥♥