My Sunday Currently || 07
Love and other foreign words
this seventh volume (but supposed to be eight since I skipped last week's issue-- the WiFi sucked at Portsea where we stayed for a week, like really, really sucked)
to the silence of my surroundings, trying to neglect the clock loudly ticking
about my future-- how and who I'm going to be; people I've been talking to mostly ask about the career I am going to have when I graduate and my plans after graduating and I start to layout my concrete plans in mind... They seem so specific some would mistake me as someone who is serious about my future, but as I lay down my plans to other people, I begin to wonder, would I really be able to carry this out?
the strawberry cheesecake I'm having for lunch (and I had this for breakfast as well, mind you)
to be better...just better-- in a lot of things, in all of things because I feel like I'm starting to change and I'm not liking it... I'm scared about it.
to be that person I used to be again... the focused and organized girl I used to be
for a direction I can't seem to make out of the roads I am passing by
a white Beatles shirt and a checkered red and white boxer shorts (and I'm freezing even when I'm inside the house-- freaking 20 degrees on a summer, dude)
doing this-- just sitting on the bed and writing about a lot of things that's been crowding my head. I've been so busy lately that I have unfinished compositions in my head that I weren't able to write and now I seem like starting from scratch that I can't even finish one composition...
my Christmas holiday right now and these photos of my cousins and I; cousins that I haven't seen for I guess more than five years-- and even through years, the type of relationship we have never change *insert our eldest cousin who's the one wearing a white dress in the first photo*
just some peace of mind and to have my phone fixed-- it recently broke down on me a CHRISTMAS DAY... yup, timing is everything
my motivation to write again because I just simply miss it so much
like something is wrong... because it kind of took me hours to finish this Sunday entry. For some reason, I wasn't quite sure why I have no energy to write when I could used to write even if I'm too worked up, but right now, everything seem completely wrong. I mean it's unusual that I couldn't write that much as before. I wasn't even able to include a preview of my Sunday in this entry...
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