tomorrow there will be career talks and there is particularly no course im really interested in. and at times when im clueless and drained, i really, really, hate. thinking. of. the. future. i will probably sit there with a book and hope i do not get pointed out for my disrespect and lack of interest.

anyhow, time has been taking forever to pass lately, or maybe its just because the holidays are coming. busrides home are usually insightful and inspiring because it always rains, and i hate acknowledging people or making polite talks at times. it makes me an extremely rude and unfriendly person which explains why i bit my tongue during dinner.

slumdog have not been watched due to lots of last minute changes and unforeseen circumstances. i will watch it, during the holidays. i promised myself and i do not care anyyyymoooreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

on second, third and forth thoughts, if i could live last year all over again, i would read more poetry, draw more pictures, take more photos, and be more generous with my heart. but its okay because i am happy with where i am now, though not proud. maybe if it is desirable, i would tell you that i love you more. and that is when i meant it.

i should get down to complete my essay in the next hour before going to bed. i would gladly welcome as much sleep as possible because sleep makes me incessantly happy for no particular reason.

today has been a generally nice day, i am one day older and so are you.
i hope your day has been great and facebook have not been flooding your mail.