fuck this shit like seriously.

Date A Girl Who Travels

something just resonated in me when I read the article by Aleah on Solitarywanderer.com.


"She knows she’s been to a lot of places, but she’s humbled by the fact that the world is still a big place and she’s only seen a small part of it."


"Find a girl who travels. Date her, love her, and marry her, and your world will never be the same again."

dreams

so weird. had a variety of dreams last night, ranging from school project meetings, to the beach event waikiki , car thefts, racism, SMU being a maze and climb members.

random max.

doppelganger

I really don't know how to describe this feeling. Of tiredness, like as many put it, 'the weight of the world upon my shoulders'. The whole day was pretty good, even when I attended the assembly, and turned up late for training. But it was more towards the end, my mood just took a landslide downhill. Thanks to someone for bringing up unnecessary things at the wrong time.

 I really hate to argue, and I really don't wish to argue with you, but you just make it so hard to understand others' point of views and priorities. It's not all about what you think is best.

On other terms, there's still the permeating loneliness, which the solution of over-socializing does not help remedy the problem. Perhaps, it's about the time I realized that I'm screwed for mid-terms.

Am I really having too much on my plate? The team, the cafe, school. That's about it, but just enough to suck the life out of me. Not to mention internships, smux, and crescent hockey club. I need a doppelganger. I want to climb!!! But things have changed.

the Earth.

this is extremely random. just a warning.

What if, a freak event caused the Earth to rotate in the opposite direction. From East to West, instead of from West to East?


Would time be turned back? Perhaps not. But it'll be interesting to see the sunrise at your window when it's normally the sunset. Or would the seasons change to different months of the year?

alcohol.

It's my third time in a club, and there's still alcohol coursing through my veins. But I really still don't get the point of clubbing. Some say, they are there to dance. But, you aren't dancing. You are just bopping around on the spot, gliding your shoulders up and down, left and right, bouncing on your knees, swaying side to side.

Oh wells, the adrenaline or "highness" produced by alcohol doesn't seem to do it for me. I need things like bungee jumping or skydiving to get me high.

it seems the alcohol rushes to my knees rather than to my head. perhaps that's the reason why i'm still sober after a shot and 3 full mixers.