Wouldn't it be nice if we were nicer?
It unsettles me that the CL exam was harder than the Economics one. It wasn't so much the questions as it was the lack of time, though, so at least that makes sense.
Quite unlike why I am part of something I do nothing for, the way I see it. Being useless bothers me more than doing all the work.
Putting things off, however - that's one thing I haven't quite gotten out of my system.
You are new, and you are full of ideas - you are bursting with them and the need to share everything with the world.
Every dot is a perfect circle, every apple a brilliant red. It is flawless to the point of being whimsical, and you adore it even more. So you stay. It really is quite a lovely place, this, and you wish to explore every corner of it.
You pack a few essentials and memorabilia (you figure such a perfect place would have anything else you would need) and leave with only one backward glance, just to check if you have left a note stating your plans and location.
And so you settle in. You become a resident, a part of the place you have fallen in love with oh-so-quickly. There are taxes to pay, leaks to fix, cars to avoid, and jobs to find. It does not seem much different then, but you figure that you like it all the same.
It is only wishful thinking now, however, and you will never let yourself admit it. The cold months have come, smearing the perfect little dots past recognition. You look outside the window and try to see the distinct curves and lines you adored.
There are only smudges, no matter how hard you look and imagine. Really, how far are you now from where you began?
It sucks, even with the bit of editing that I made, and that is probably just right. I am not supposed to be writing in English, of all things, not when my exams for tomorrow are Filipino and French.
Ain't life grand?
Realization: I may not be that stupid, but I still know next to nothing.
How could I not have noticed, and why do I not care as much as I feel I should? It would be utterly depressing (and wrong) if I had already given up on you.
Not that I have. Or that I ever will. Well, not that I ever want to.
Help.
Pepper was a demanding little puppy awhile ago, but it does not matter. She is love in a stinky, huggable package - sort of like a baby in many ways, except she will not grow any more, and neither will she ever learn to talk.
A precious constant that has a penchant for broas, chicken and steak.
Don't leave. Don't ever leave. Please? It's awful when you do; when there's nothing to do but to wait for you to answer and come back.
I do not understand you. Sometimes I do not wish to bother, not anymore - but I still do, really. I'll wait for you to tell me what's happening and do the only thing I can do meanwhile.
Oh, but must you?
I'm sleepy. This afternoon's nap was not much satisfactory. Pfft. How sad.
J'ai sommeil. Je suis fatiguée. J'ai peur. Mais encore; toujours - merci beaucoup, ma Seigneur.
I wonder what I just said. Hmm. Deux jours encore. Woot, woot. Bonne chance, tout le monde! :)
Please tell me if I just messed that up terribly. :/ Just tried to, uh, see if I'd make sense. Hahaha.
Quite unlike why I am part of something I do nothing for, the way I see it. Being useless bothers me more than doing all the work.
Putting things off, however - that's one thing I haven't quite gotten out of my system.
You are new, and you are full of ideas - you are bursting with them and the need to share everything with the world.
Every dot is a perfect circle, every apple a brilliant red. It is flawless to the point of being whimsical, and you adore it even more. So you stay. It really is quite a lovely place, this, and you wish to explore every corner of it.
You pack a few essentials and memorabilia (you figure such a perfect place would have anything else you would need) and leave with only one backward glance, just to check if you have left a note stating your plans and location.
And so you settle in. You become a resident, a part of the place you have fallen in love with oh-so-quickly. There are taxes to pay, leaks to fix, cars to avoid, and jobs to find. It does not seem much different then, but you figure that you like it all the same.
It is only wishful thinking now, however, and you will never let yourself admit it. The cold months have come, smearing the perfect little dots past recognition. You look outside the window and try to see the distinct curves and lines you adored.
There are only smudges, no matter how hard you look and imagine. Really, how far are you now from where you began?
It sucks, even with the bit of editing that I made, and that is probably just right. I am not supposed to be writing in English, of all things, not when my exams for tomorrow are Filipino and French.
Ain't life grand?
Realization: I may not be that stupid, but I still know next to nothing.
How could I not have noticed, and why do I not care as much as I feel I should? It would be utterly depressing (and wrong) if I had already given up on you.
Not that I have. Or that I ever will. Well, not that I ever want to.
Help.
Pepper was a demanding little puppy awhile ago, but it does not matter. She is love in a stinky, huggable package - sort of like a baby in many ways, except she will not grow any more, and neither will she ever learn to talk.
A precious constant that has a penchant for broas, chicken and steak.
Don't leave. Don't ever leave. Please? It's awful when you do; when there's nothing to do but to wait for you to answer and come back.
I do not understand you. Sometimes I do not wish to bother, not anymore - but I still do, really. I'll wait for you to tell me what's happening and do the only thing I can do meanwhile.
Oh, but must you?
I'm sleepy. This afternoon's nap was not much satisfactory. Pfft. How sad.
J'ai sommeil. Je suis fatiguée. J'ai peur. Mais encore; toujours - merci beaucoup, ma Seigneur.
I wonder what I just said. Hmm. Deux jours encore. Woot, woot. Bonne chance, tout le monde! :)
Please tell me if I just messed that up terribly. :/ Just tried to, uh, see if I'd make sense. Hahaha.