learning to breathe

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This journal will remain as a tribute to the long cherished days..
: )

best. twilight. trailer.


love,
non-twilight fan

Today:

Some pretty lousy interview,
but I had a really good day...
Changed into a teeshirt dress, proceeded to stuff myself, got a sweating cup of iced tea in hand while I trudged the streets trying to forget about the interview. Tried on a pair of Ray-bans. Too small... gotta get a larger pair. Bought a little birthday present for myself. A really good one...

I have a weird condition.
I get awfully dizzy after having soft drinks. Hasn't changed since secondary schools years.

So I was feeling pretty down today... grabbed a can of Pepsi and downed all the contents.
The next thing I know, I was seeing stars when I bent over to collate my documents for tomorrow's interview.
Purrrrrrrrfect.
I'm the most pathetic person I know.


On a lighter note,
no school for me tomorrow! : )
Always awesome when there's no work.

&btw this is the 600th post! I should be moving soon..........

what is up..?
Here's blogging from the bedroom. with the stench of unwashed laundry hanging in the air, the fan blowing warm, stuffy wind..
Here's thinking, if I had made an effort, things would be/could be infinitely better.. But knowing me, knowing me.. I don't do the whole 'could have been''s. I shouldn't. Too many faults to amend. Too many hearts to make unbroken. Let the sleeping dogs lie... But you should know - you have to know, that if I loved enough to care and cared enough to love, I Do feel sorry for letting you slip away. I really do. Here's the side of the story from the heartbreakers.


And now for the epiphany of the night...
If we have to endure hell to get to heaven, well.. I think it would be well worth the effort.

Counting down the hours..

If I could have things my way, you know we would be drinking tea in your room all day... listening to girl in a coma. Eat warm bagels with cream cheese (because I am not So fond of butter..) and watch some indie films and doze off occasionally. You could laugh at my interests and I would joke about your weird habits.

It's all I think about...
You.

I let my pain and dependencies run my life...




(and I do like it better this way)

So,

on an idle, sleepy evening, my dear sister had the great idea to go for a jog (not quite an idea for her but a habit)... And i am, frankly, in a rather bad (read: fat) shape, so I decided on stairs training instead.
Being my Sister, she had to ask if my fat butt was the reason for my sudden motivation to exercise... And then taunt me with the fact that I had a rather shapely butt since childhood (read: hence nothing could possibly help).
I lead a depressing life.
Nonetheless, we got out of the house, and fifteen minutes later I was slick with sweat, panting and somewhat dizzy. Neighbours shot me weird looks. And just then, somebody in a white tee and long, dark hair was riding up in the elevator.. with my sweat-blurred vision I could almost swear I saw sadako riding the lift. I think the government ought to pass a law forbidding all long and dark- haired girls from wearing white tees and messaging with their head bent down.. It'd greatly reduce the no. of heart attack incidents, I swear.

I suppose this is the longest post I've written in a while, and here's the catch: I'm typing on a qwerty smartphone (not mine). I could get used to this!

Xoxoxoxo

There's just something about me and (financial) saving that doesn't go along...

New babe! : )
Freaking adorable! All I lack is the polka dotty sticker now...

So I didn't attend school today. I swear it's legit... my nose is falling off right this moment in addition to the runs this morning. I hate allergies.

Over and out!