work):

My last few days are spent waking up at 4 in the morning, reaching the workplace before 6 and having less than 6 hours of sleep.

This cannot go on any longer.

I miss having my nephew irritating the shit out of me in the morning; forcing me to play with his vroomvroom, cause I'll hardly ever have time for him when school starts and when my little niece is out.

Right this very second, my eyes are shutting down on me. I need sleep, badly.

PRETTY!

The other day, I saw the hottest caucasian man I've ever seen; blue eyes, long hazel brown hair, pretty face, stunning smile. I actually stammered while giving wrong directions to his friend while glancing in his direction at every possible moment cause I was too busy, too mesmerized by his beauty.

Now, that is the power of Love At First Sight.

i think i'm (weirdly and amazingly) more excited seeing books and albums than seeing clothes and bags. why why why? i need to get more stuff for school(which i am not even remotely excited for) cause my sisters starting to buy more dresses which i don't wanna steal. my shopping habits have been eccentric. i bought heels(the really girly ones) recently to attend the upcoming june weddings when i've actually been eyeing a more casual one which seems like something i'd rather wear(but i'm not fated to have them since my size's sold out and they only got one size bigger or smaller, tough luck aye.). i bought track pants when i should have bought tops. and i bought breakfast at tiffany's, dixie chick's taking the long way and sophie kinsella's remember me when i should have gotten a bag and another one, and a laptop case. i am truly going k-k-k-krazy!

now, i can only hope that my sister'll buy pretty and useful things for me from turk! or maybe someone can get me an advance forever 18 present which consists of all jodi picoult's novels, mike gayle's new book and more!(okay, a border's voucher will do), so i can concentrate on expanding the wardrobe!

enough, for now.

aren't we all inherently green?

are we capable of hating someone so much to the point that no amount of sorrys will salvage the situation? what if the true cause is the unquestioned whys that we egotistically shun(that will remain unanswered forever), is it then our own fault? doesn't that then make us our true enemies, for being incompetent in making sound decisions for our own selves and for being cowards for our unwillingness to question and clear the air? is it even logically possible for us to hate ourselves? does it all boil down to regrets? or it is something more extreme than that?