so i have been online all day frantically, yes FRANTICALLY, searching for stuffss to buy for my parents so i do not go home empty-handed.
i spent HOURS looking for the perfect bag for my mom and i finally found one a saks online ON SALE. it was perfect, i swear. and by the time i decide to buy it (a few hrs later) it's SOLD OUT. fuckkkkzzz. saks is having an awesome 2 day sale online right now btw. tmr is the deadline omg i should go see if i want more things. i just ordered three bags and a pair of shoes for me, my mom and my dad. i think the mail room is gg to be flooded with my stuff. coz i have two iphones coming in as well. hahaha WAH I AM BIG SPENDER WHOOTZ. and i am very poor now because in the span of 3 days this last minute shopping spree (that is not yet over because i still have godma/aunties/uncles/cousins/friends to buy things for) has cost me more than 1000USD. ok i know the USD is getting weaker but seriously MY ALLOWANCE IS GIVEN TO ME IN USD. which means, this is MY dollar omg omg omg.
nvm i shall just tell myself that this is a one time cost i will not have to keep buying prezzies for them when i come home. OH CRAP I'M GOING HOME AGAIN FOR CHRISTMAS NO EXCUSE NOT TO BUY PRESENTS. damn.
on another note-
i've still randomly been emo-ing i hate this confusion i rlly do so i think i'm giving up. yups. i am. officially. but you know what? i'm glad i at least made that call and tried and it was a very very very fun night. and many good things came out of that night, just that one very important one seems to be missing. which is saddening but what to do? it's not up to me. i'm still kinda reeling from the fact that i psyched myself, with timmie's help, into calling. such unheard-of boldness on my part! phwoar!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
i really wish i had my camera with me right now.
i'm sitting at the college library (one of the many libraries on campus) on the third floor, overlooking lake mendota.
the docks are just below, and i see people sailing. little white buoys bob up and down and the lake's this pretty shimmering kinda-dark blue. it's a beautiful sunny day.
it's times like this that i think i may actually love being in madison.
i think i'll miss being here when i'm at home for the summer.
for all of college library's rep (leno's called it one of the best places to meet your future life partner. not surprisingly, it gets very social once 5pm arrives.), it's pretty much the most gorgeous place to get some studying done.
i'm sitting at the college library (one of the many libraries on campus) on the third floor, overlooking lake mendota.
the docks are just below, and i see people sailing. little white buoys bob up and down and the lake's this pretty shimmering kinda-dark blue. it's a beautiful sunny day.
it's times like this that i think i may actually love being in madison.
i think i'll miss being here when i'm at home for the summer.
for all of college library's rep (leno's called it one of the best places to meet your future life partner. not surprisingly, it gets very social once 5pm arrives.), it's pretty much the most gorgeous place to get some studying done.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
wow ok so i don't think i've ever mentioned before but my midterms have pretty much been spaced out such that i have one every week. it's been this way for about a month or so now. probably more. it's a nice system i guess, but it's a vicious cycle of partying and studying. sleep has gradually sunk to one of my lowest priorities, right before eating. yes, eating. exercise has dropped off the charts. probably good that eating dropped down in rankings then eh. heh.
anyways. partying = not partying. i'm not trying to be philosophical or anything but it's just that i haven't been to any good (house) parties recently. clubs here aren't worth going to. my weekends mostly consist of going to a friend's house, playing drinking games until everyone becomes a lot funnier than i ever remember, then going to bed. which is much more fun than standing around in some dude's crowded apartment, feeling awkward in your own social group because everyone else is checking each other out. it's so noisy you can't even have a conversation! i really don't get parties. i don't think i would mind if they played good music, or had fun themes... but parties that're just about beer pong are :\
flip cup, though, i have to admit, is very fun. that sentence had way too many commas.
anyways. so i talked to momsies and dadsies this weekend and it was very nice because i miss them loads and loads. i think i've gotten closer to them since i've been away. because our communication's become so limited, it's gotten much more honest. i don't think it's awkward to talk to my parents about boys... although once mom starts she sometimes goes on a roll and talks like she knows what i'm feeling. i'm sure she does, but not exactly. which bugs me a little. a little.
i'm still glad i talked to her about N though. it's probably not a big deal, but it's more like there's nothing else going on in that department that all my energy's focused on N. still. he's very cute. and confusing. and fun to talk to. and stand-offish. grrr. he takes mixed signals to a whole new level. sometimes i wonder if he's even the same person haha. woah i'm being melodramatic, but you get my drift~
sheeshkebaby i haven't ramble-blogged in eons! phew. must be exam stress.
can't wait to come home in 4 weeks! zomg.
anyways. partying = not partying. i'm not trying to be philosophical or anything but it's just that i haven't been to any good (house) parties recently. clubs here aren't worth going to. my weekends mostly consist of going to a friend's house, playing drinking games until everyone becomes a lot funnier than i ever remember, then going to bed. which is much more fun than standing around in some dude's crowded apartment, feeling awkward in your own social group because everyone else is checking each other out. it's so noisy you can't even have a conversation! i really don't get parties. i don't think i would mind if they played good music, or had fun themes... but parties that're just about beer pong are :\
flip cup, though, i have to admit, is very fun. that sentence had way too many commas.
anyways. so i talked to momsies and dadsies this weekend and it was very nice because i miss them loads and loads. i think i've gotten closer to them since i've been away. because our communication's become so limited, it's gotten much more honest. i don't think it's awkward to talk to my parents about boys... although once mom starts she sometimes goes on a roll and talks like she knows what i'm feeling. i'm sure she does, but not exactly. which bugs me a little. a little.
i'm still glad i talked to her about N though. it's probably not a big deal, but it's more like there's nothing else going on in that department that all my energy's focused on N. still. he's very cute. and confusing. and fun to talk to. and stand-offish. grrr. he takes mixed signals to a whole new level. sometimes i wonder if he's even the same person haha. woah i'm being melodramatic, but you get my drift~
sheeshkebaby i haven't ramble-blogged in eons! phew. must be exam stress.
can't wait to come home in 4 weeks! zomg.
Friday, April 11, 2008
More quotes from my History class readings -
Things That Cannot Be Compared
Summer and Winter. Night and day. Rain and sunshine. Youth and age. A person's laughter and his anger. Black and white. Love and hatred. The little indigo plant and the great philodendron. Rain and mist.
When one has stopped loving somebody, one feels that he has become someone else, even though he is still the same person.
In a garden full of evergreens the crows are all asleep. Then, towards the middle of the night, the crows in one of the trees suddenly wakes up in a great flurry and start flapping about. Their unrest spreads to the other trees, and soon all the birds have been startled from their sleep and are cawing in alarm. How different from the same crows in the daytime!
The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon
Things That Cannot Be Compared
Summer and Winter. Night and day. Rain and sunshine. Youth and age. A person's laughter and his anger. Black and white. Love and hatred. The little indigo plant and the great philodendron. Rain and mist.
When one has stopped loving somebody, one feels that he has become someone else, even though he is still the same person.
In a garden full of evergreens the crows are all asleep. Then, towards the middle of the night, the crows in one of the trees suddenly wakes up in a great flurry and start flapping about. Their unrest spreads to the other trees, and soon all the birds have been startled from their sleep and are cawing in alarm. How different from the same crows in the daytime!
The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon
Senile and demented, their mother had become an oni and followed her children into the mountains to devour them. When parents become extremely old they always turn into oni and try to eat even their own children. But she was their mother so they buried her.
Marian Ury, Tales of Times Now Past: 62 Stories from a Medieval Japanese Collection
Wow. Talk about familial love. I just really had to share that heh. I'm reading this for my Japanese History class which is really interesting, tonnes of reading aside.
Marian Ury, Tales of Times Now Past: 62 Stories from a Medieval Japanese Collection
Wow. Talk about familial love. I just really had to share that heh. I'm reading this for my Japanese History class which is really interesting, tonnes of reading aside.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
It's Time to Emo
Emo, as a verb.
We always want the ones that got away.
Or the ones that stay just out of reach.
Teasers.
The ones that stay, you lose your taste for.
Bitchy, but true.
One day, I'll learn to settle
but for now
I think I'm entitled to indulge
in wishful thinking
it's part of being a girl,
right?
And a part of being young
with the illusion that age will never catch on
and you will never be left alone.
Sometimes though
for little fleeting moments
as I lie in bed and
hug myself
before I fall asleep
I feel it.
And I worry about never finding someone to be happy with.
We always want the ones that got away.
Or the ones that stay just out of reach.
Teasers.
The ones that stay, you lose your taste for.
Bitchy, but true.
One day, I'll learn to settle
but for now
I think I'm entitled to indulge
in wishful thinking
it's part of being a girl,
right?
And a part of being young
with the illusion that age will never catch on
and you will never be left alone.
Sometimes though
for little fleeting moments
as I lie in bed and
hug myself
before I fall asleep
I feel it.
And I worry about never finding someone to be happy with.
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