apocalypse is near
Can't believe I actually dreamt about an actual zombie attack last night. I woke up half expecting to hear myself scream. But I was strangely calm. Despite the dream or nightmare whichever, was realistically real. Like people I know and combined with the graphics of a few zombie flicks. Lol
Underworld Awakening was strangely disappointing. The plot was a bit ridiculous; I don't get how someone frozen in ice, gets pregnant, and then gets to give birth to a child and not know it. Like how does that even work? It boggles my logical rational mind. Assuming the vampyres undergo natural gestation period akin to the human being, it just isn't possible. And given how fast she melted and recovered herself once her container was disconnected, she would have been like dead dead to not notice herself giving birth. But anyway, it was a perfect mix of gore and action.
So many movies, so little time!
post-valentine heartbreak
Rejected from INSTEP. Gawd. Dreams, hopes and fantasies dashed. Places to go, people to see. Not.
I'm feeling a mixed cauldron of emotions. Overwhelmed by the sheer amount of them, but not the intensity of each of them. Regret, grieve, sad, lost, jealous, envy, disappointment, resentment and a tiny bit of relief. It's like my mind is too busy feeling all these emotions that it can't process and categorize them individually.
An opportunity forever lost. I'll never know what it feels like. I'll never get to live it. I'll never get another shot.
It feels like my pet died.
And it really seems apt at this moment to make some crazy declaration like I want a reset button on my university life. The whole past two years. INSTEP, GSS, work&travel, give tuition, try at being a relief teacher, work. I wanted to do it all. It's dismal, least to say, whenever I reflect upon how many of those stuffs I actually did. Time always seem to fly by. But really, how long ago did that excuse expire from its usefulness?
Just another heartache on my chest.Don't stop. Never stop. Live life to the fullest; don't walk, run. Don't look, jump. Stop waiting for the other shoe to drop because if it happens, it happens. Gravity happens to the best of us. What's the worse it could happen? At least one doesn't have to wonder about what ifs and what nots. If I were out right now, right now, feeling this melancholy, I would get drunk just to feel a slight better about myself and there would be no other better time than now to get the carpe diem ink.
Enough of the pity party already. Cry, and move on already. There are worse things in life than losing out a spot for INSTEP. It's not the end of the world. Maybe 2012 but not the world. Dear me, pick up the slack, get it over and done with.
Pull the fucking gpa up, freaking drag it if I have to.
Labels: deep, me, mine
Goodbye Chuck
Season finale. After five seasons of heart-stopping action-packed scenes and tear-jerking heartwarming scenes, this is it. You'll stay forever in my ♥. ):
The end.
post-valentine
Walking out of lecture only after ten minutes due to humiliating, embarrassing and loud coughing fit. Been there done there check. Because everyone needs to have one of those memories to look back on.
A relapse of the coughing fit within the hour upon return to the lt. Cutting classes for the rest of the day because I'm too sick, a first, which sums up to cutting classes twice in a week for totally different lessons and I only have a 3.5 day week. Why so many undesirable unfortunate could-have-done-without stuffs this week. All and mostly due to the annoying flu(?) bug i got from sis. Gawdness.
I hate getting/being sick. Sighss. It's one of those days you hate when everyone looks bright and cheery when you're down. Not to whine any further but my throat hurts like a sob.
Doctor, prescriptions and sleep in that order. Please please let tomorrow be a better day!
Self note:
• spanish assgnt 1 due on monday
• sociology midterm on tuesday
• time series lab assgnt due on wednesday
• clinical trials midterm on friday
YAY recess week
Thursdays...
Have got to be more productive than this... 4 weeks down. Only 9 more to go. Dear GPA: James Morrison ft Jessie J was right, the only way is UP.
Note to self: no more late nights! They're killing you. Bloody stick to your goals!!! Stop wallowing. Stop spacing. Procrastinate less. Read less. Start.
Am I a noob if I just figure out how to change font size and color? After honestly, 591 entries.
